[Given their situation, it probably isn't an unreasonable thing. It's probably the most reasonable way to go about it, Fugo thinks, but that doesn't mean he has to feel good about it. Being forced to fall into the pace of this world that they never even wanted to come to in the first place... Maybe a few months ago, it wouldn't have mattered so much—he didn't have anything outside of Passione, so being forced into this might not have bothered him then, when he didn't have anything at all. But it definitely bothered him now. Maybe not so much for him to get angry and break something, but he definitely wasn't happy about it.
And then, there was the idea of "behaving normally"... That was a different problem entirely.
Fugo looks toward the wait bot and attempts to mimic what Giorno had done to order drinks. What to eat...]
I'm not too picky. [Or maybe it's more appropriate to say that if he had been, that had probably changed, too, in the last few months.] Maybe something sweet, for now.
[And so he'll pick something that sounds sweet, but hopefully won't be painfully so. And then, Fugo thinks back to what he said about behaving normally...]
I guess we'll have to figure out what's "normal" here.
[But he didn't know if he knew how to be normal (or even fake normal, whatever was normal for this world) at all. For all his life, he was sure of it—he had been anything but normal.]
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And then, there was the idea of "behaving normally"... That was a different problem entirely.
Fugo looks toward the wait bot and attempts to mimic what Giorno had done to order drinks. What to eat...]
I'm not too picky. [Or maybe it's more appropriate to say that if he had been, that had probably changed, too, in the last few months.] Maybe something sweet, for now.
[And so he'll pick something that sounds sweet, but hopefully won't be painfully so. And then, Fugo thinks back to what he said about behaving normally...]
I guess we'll have to figure out what's "normal" here.
[But he didn't know if he knew how to be normal (or even fake normal, whatever was normal for this world) at all. For all his life, he was sure of it—he had been anything but normal.]