[ Nice to know it was still as dangerous as ever. Though if he knew exactly what those changes to Purple Haze were, maybe he wouldn't have felt so assured. Then again, there was a chance that Giorno may be able to step in for a miraculous save as he did the first time and only time he faced it.
It was still better to always play safe than to be careless. ]
Well, they were all women though I don't think that's anything worthwhile. [ Giorno isn't going to type them beyond that but it is interesting how of the three non-Stand users that he has met that were able to see Gold Experience all of them were indeed women. ]
But, of course, I'm not going to hide anything from you.
[ Not anything that was important like this. Stuff that might be important later or help him prove some sort of thing later? Maybe... Given that really it was just them against everything else here, there might not be room for that however. Regardless, Giorno looks to Fugo and even though he has been told that he has sworn to his dream— ] I expect the same from you, Fugo. You've been honest with me so far; thank you.
O-of course. It's nothing. [He didn't have anything to hide from him, either. He didn't need to be thanked for it. Finally, Fugo reaches for his drink.] Being honest is the least I can do.
[Giorno had more than earned his respect. Of course, Buccellati'd had that, too, and yet, there were still circumstances in which lying had seemed like the right thing to do. But Giorno... It was different with him, somehow. He had lied to Buccellati to protect him, but Fugo couldn't imagine a situation like that for Giorno. He was sure that Giorno had his weaknesses—everyone did—but maybe Fugo just didn't know him well enough to know what they were yet. What he did know was that Giorno was capable of the impossible. He was powerful, almost unstoppable. He couldn't imagine what it would take to get a person like this down.
But then, maybe it didn't really matter, either. Whatever Giorno's weaknesses were, he wouldn't let anyone take advantage of them.]
[ Oh Fugo, there was plenty that he could do for Giorno.
There's that sort of thinking again that a more experienced, or at least one who has spent a little more time with Passione would have been better equipped to handle. Still yet, Giorno allows for the sentiments to stay. There was no way around disproving Fugo when he set his mind on something through words alone anywho. ]
I read briefly that there were places where we could stay here. Would you like to stay together while we're here?
[ He knows that they were never really close but at the same time, Giorno poses the question. Personally, he would want to stay close together but he could never demand it out of Fugo. If this Fugo wanted to live separately from him, then he was more than welcome to.
And while he waits for a response, the other robots with their snacks, sweets really, come to the table and deposit the them onto the table and leave without much of a notice. As Giorno stares at the spread, he realizes something. How...were they going to pay for this. Theoretically they've been given money but do either one of them know how to pay? ]
[Fugo doesn't even think about it. The more they'd talked about this place, the less hungry he'd gotten anyway, but Giorno's question is enough to forget about even that, too. He blinks.]
A-are you sure?
[Maybe it shouldn't surprise him that Giorno would suggest such a thing, but it surprises him all the same. Giorno couldn't have remembered knowing him for very long, and yet...
He has to remind himself that Giorno has no reason to distrust him. He has to remind himself that, even if he did, he probably wouldn't distrust him anyway, because he would never see him as the traitor Fugo was sure everyone else did. It was just like him, anyway, he supposed. This was the same person, after all, who, even as the head of an extremely powerful gang, still insisted on being called something as informal and unprofessional as GioGio.
[ Fugo would it kill you to answer something as a simple "yes" or "no"? But as Fugo quietly obsesses over reasons that don't exist, Giorno will look at the food left to them and poke at it with a fork. He wasn't going to start eating without Fugo at least acknowledging it first. There is a certain level of manners that are required here.
Though he looks away from the food back to Fugo when he finally gets to his answer. ]
I wouldn't have offered unless I was willing. [ Giorno's voice is even and casual about this. He knows that they aren't close by any means and that he's still largely a mystery to him, but Giorno hardly thinks that there would ever be anything that he could do to make him take back his judgement of Fugo's character.
This was all of Giorno's thinking however, and he knew that Fugo was his own person who may feel pressured to agree given their standings. Whether he consciously thought of them or not, Giorno will offer him an out, or at least...a compromise. ]
However, if you decide that you want to leave and find your own space after a while, I won't hold it against you.
asdkfjh LMAO SHH... mistakes were made that night.
[The reassurance helps, at least a little, but it's probably his last words, the reminder that he's not really bound or obligated in any way, that reassures the most. It wasn't so much that Fugo didn't want anything to do with it (because whether he trusted Giorno or not certainly wasn't the question here—if it was him, then it was fine), it was more like he was just unprepared. A logical person (or, maybe, even a person more like himself) would probably never make an offer like this to someone he hardly knew—in other words, in a sense, it just didn't make sense to Fugo. It's hard to understand what Giorno's thinking at pretty much any given time, and that makes him... well, kind of unpredictable.
Maybe that's the problem here.
Either way, now that he's a little less startled by what he says, he nods.]
...I understand. [Here, he finally acknowledges the food, though it's probably more to mask the slight awkwardness he feels as he attempts to explain himself to his friend a little better.] I just didn't expect it, that's all. I'm not used to it, but I don't mind.
[ It's a relief to see Fugo settling a bit more than being taken aback by his suggestion. Giorno never would have wanted to bend Fugo's arm into doing anything against his wishes and ultimately wanted Fugo to decide for things himself. (Now if he's able to or not is another matter entirely.) But, with Fugo acknowledging the food, Giorno will help himself to the dessert he ordered. Fugo's appetite might have dwindled but Giorno is unflappable—he won't be a pig however and eats casually. ]
Then how about we look for a place to stay while we're here once we're done eating? I'm not certain how easy or how different they are here, but hopefully it will be rather painless.
[ Which brings Giorno back into the mind of "how were they going to pay for any and all of this"? Giorno didn't want to exactly dine and dash but after what they went through, a less noble person would have felt entitled to a free meal.
[It didn't seem like their appearance here was anything unusual, so on one hand, Fugo thought that it probably shouldn't be too hard. This place, this... world, it should be used to taking in people like them, so these processes should already be pretty ironed out. But on the other hand, the whole ViViD mess kind of made him wonder. Was their ending up there more than once intentional, or not?]
...we'll figure it out.
[There are so many questions, but then, he thinks, it doesn't really do him any good to wonder (or know) right now. They'd just have to work something out when they got there. And that isn't such an intimidating prospect with Giorno around.]
Of course we will; there's no doubt that we won't.
[ If there was anything to be certain of, then it was definitely the fact that they were going to make it out of this. Whether they were the real versions of themselves or another copy made while their actual selves were still going about their business, is left to be unsaid. Atsushi had planted the idea in his mind and even though Giorno doesn't want to waste his breath explaining it or thinking about it...
It sits uncomfortably inside of him. What they needed to focus on what was before them such as: ]
Fugo—I'm not certain if we're able to pay for this yet.
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It was still better to always play safe than to be careless. ]
Well, they were all women though I don't think that's anything worthwhile. [ Giorno isn't going to type them beyond that but it is interesting how of the three non-Stand users that he has met that were able to see Gold Experience all of them were indeed women. ]
But, of course, I'm not going to hide anything from you.
[ Not anything that was important like this. Stuff that might be important later or help him prove some sort of thing later? Maybe... Given that really it was just them against everything else here, there might not be room for that however. Regardless, Giorno looks to Fugo and even though he has been told that he has sworn to his dream— ] I expect the same from you, Fugo. You've been honest with me so far; thank you.
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[Giorno had more than earned his respect. Of course, Buccellati'd had that, too, and yet, there were still circumstances in which lying had seemed like the right thing to do. But Giorno... It was different with him, somehow. He had lied to Buccellati to protect him, but Fugo couldn't imagine a situation like that for Giorno. He was sure that Giorno had his weaknesses—everyone did—but maybe Fugo just didn't know him well enough to know what they were yet. What he did know was that Giorno was capable of the impossible. He was powerful, almost unstoppable. He couldn't imagine what it would take to get a person like this down.
But then, maybe it didn't really matter, either. Whatever Giorno's weaknesses were, he wouldn't let anyone take advantage of them.]
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There's that sort of thinking again that a more experienced, or at least one who has spent a little more time with Passione would have been better equipped to handle. Still yet, Giorno allows for the sentiments to stay. There was no way around disproving Fugo when he set his mind on something through words alone anywho. ]
I read briefly that there were places where we could stay here. Would you like to stay together while we're here?
[ He knows that they were never really close but at the same time, Giorno poses the question. Personally, he would want to stay close together but he could never demand it out of Fugo. If this Fugo wanted to live separately from him, then he was more than welcome to.
And while he waits for a response, the other robots with their snacks, sweets really, come to the table and deposit the them onto the table and leave without much of a notice. As Giorno stares at the spread, he realizes something. How...were they going to pay for this. Theoretically they've been given money but do either one of them know how to pay? ]
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A-are you sure?
[Maybe it shouldn't surprise him that Giorno would suggest such a thing, but it surprises him all the same. Giorno couldn't have remembered knowing him for very long, and yet...
He has to remind himself that Giorno has no reason to distrust him. He has to remind himself that, even if he did, he probably wouldn't distrust him anyway, because he would never see him as the traitor Fugo was sure everyone else did. It was just like him, anyway, he supposed. This was the same person, after all, who, even as the head of an extremely powerful gang, still insisted on being called something as informal and unprofessional as GioGio.
He takes a breath.]
I mean... If that's alright with you.
that timestamp trap...
Though he looks away from the food back to Fugo when he finally gets to his answer. ]
I wouldn't have offered unless I was willing. [ Giorno's voice is even and casual about this. He knows that they aren't close by any means and that he's still largely a mystery to him, but Giorno hardly thinks that there would ever be anything that he could do to make him take back his judgement of Fugo's character.
This was all of Giorno's thinking however, and he knew that Fugo was his own person who may feel pressured to agree given their standings. Whether he consciously thought of them or not, Giorno will offer him an out, or at least...a compromise. ]
However, if you decide that you want to leave and find your own space after a while, I won't hold it against you.
asdkfjh LMAO SHH... mistakes were made that night.
Maybe that's the problem here.
Either way, now that he's a little less startled by what he says, he nods.]
...I understand. [Here, he finally acknowledges the food, though it's probably more to mask the slight awkwardness he feels as he attempts to explain himself to his friend a little better.] I just didn't expect it, that's all. I'm not used to it, but I don't mind.
smh at you
Then how about we look for a place to stay while we're here once we're done eating? I'm not certain how easy or how different they are here, but hopefully it will be rather painless.
[ Which brings Giorno back into the mind of "how were they going to pay for any and all of this"? Giorno didn't want to exactly dine and dash but after what they went through, a less noble person would have felt entitled to a free meal.
What's a gangster to do? ]
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[It didn't seem like their appearance here was anything unusual, so on one hand, Fugo thought that it probably shouldn't be too hard. This place, this... world, it should be used to taking in people like them, so these processes should already be pretty ironed out. But on the other hand, the whole ViViD mess kind of made him wonder. Was their ending up there more than once intentional, or not?]
...we'll figure it out.
[There are so many questions, but then, he thinks, it doesn't really do him any good to wonder (or know) right now. They'd just have to work something out when they got there. And that isn't such an intimidating prospect with Giorno around.]
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[ If there was anything to be certain of, then it was definitely the fact that they were going to make it out of this. Whether they were the real versions of themselves or another copy made while their actual selves were still going about their business, is left to be unsaid. Atsushi had planted the idea in his mind and even though Giorno doesn't want to waste his breath explaining it or thinking about it...
It sits uncomfortably inside of him. What they needed to focus on what was before them such as: ]
Fugo—I'm not certain if we're able to pay for this yet.
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