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"Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me...". George murmured from the window, watching the blond-stranded boy through it.
Gregorio was working in the garden right outside his window, so every morning he would watch him in the hope that he would do the same.
Fortunately for him, such a Zeppeli paused for a moment to rest, turning in George's direction, who became elated before giving a big smile; one of his hands waved euphorically from side to side to indicate a greeting, George hurried to open the window excitedly.
"Greg!" He exclaimed with a huge grin painted on his face.
"George..." Mumbled the man only to himself, he was about to get ready to continue with his own, but the jet-haired man wasn't about to finish the conversation.
"Wait for me!" He exclaimed, disappearing from the window, the blond went back to his own as he no longer visualised him, however minutes later, a body would dart towards him.
"Hey Greg!" He greeted again, wrapping his arm around Gregory's, the latter gently pushed him away.
"Good morning, Mr. Joestar." He returned the greeting, pausing to look at the boy as he deserved, with respect.
"What are you doing?" He questioned smiling to have the other's presence at his side.
"I'm clearing brush." He hummed through his teeth, as George watched intently.
"Shouldn't you be studying?" He asked almost naively, Gregorio gave him a sidelong glance.
"I did, but now I'm helping my father." He replied. "Aren't you the one who should be studying, Mr. Joestar?". He heard an oblivious snort come from the jet.
"Why do you keep calling me Mr. Joestar, I'm a year younger than you!". He reproached in annoyance and sitting down on the grass, Gregorio looked back up at him.
"I must treat you with respect, Mr. Joestar". The aforementioned complained again.
"Mr. Joestar! Mr. Joestar! Mr. Joestar! Why don't you just throw me off a cliff?" He exaggerated. "I'm your boyfriend, and therefore-". He was interrupted.
"Therefore I must call you Mr.Joestar, you are high society, I am in the business of serving high society."
Again he received a snort.
"Well, then I will call you Mr. Zeppeli". Again Gregorio's eyes were on his.
"That's not how it works." George stood up to try to keep up with the other.
"Of course not! Because we are boyfriend's and-!".
Gregorio kissed him trying to shut him up, he didn't want to raise his voice to get him to leave his drama behind; a few seconds later they broke apart.
"Ready?" he questioned, observing George's big smile, George nodded euphorically.
"I hope you understand that I can't call you by name" He stroked her cheek, doing his best to remain romantic and emotional. "Otherwise someone might find out about us, so I'd have to leave."
George nodded again with a huge smile, satisfied with the earlier kiss.
"I love you Greg!" He threw himself into his arms, squeezing the older boy, who reciprocated his embrace after a few seconds of mental conflict.
"Thank you... George." The Joestar turned to see him with an even wider smile, planted several kisses on his face.
"You see, it wasn't that hard!". The Zeppeli was about to respond, but was interrupted before he even tried.
"George!" They heard in the distance, causing the blue-eyed man's arms to untangle from Gregorio's waist and pull him away from his null space.
"I'm coming, father!" He shouted again, glancing sideways at Gregorio after taking a couple of steps to the opposite side.
"Bye Greg!" He waved goodbye enthusiastically and hurried his pace to get to his progenitor's location.
"Bye... George"