[Fugo pauses, too, but the question still kind of catches him off-guard. He blinks as the question registers, and he tries to figure out— what to do. What was he supposed to do? What did he want to do?
He gives something like a shrug.]
...no idea. [He hadn't given the idea of "school" another thought since the day he left, so it's kind of a strange question to even be asked at all. But the idea of going to school or getting a job, here, kind of really irritates him. Were they supposed to just... act like everything was normal? That sounds so stupid.] I...
[He kind of wants to ask, "What do you think I should do?" but Giorno didn't remember things he probably should, and besides that... he's not quite sure how to embrace this part of himself yet, this part that struggles with standing on his own two feet.]
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He gives something like a shrug.]
...no idea. [He hadn't given the idea of "school" another thought since the day he left, so it's kind of a strange question to even be asked at all. But the idea of going to school or getting a job, here, kind of really irritates him. Were they supposed to just... act like everything was normal? That sounds so stupid.] I...
[He kind of wants to ask, "What do you think I should do?" but Giorno didn't remember things he probably should, and besides that... he's not quite sure how to embrace this part of himself yet, this part that struggles with standing on his own two feet.]
I guess I'll have to think about it.