[ Giorno had one reason why he was apologizing but then when Fugo drops the small bomb of him indeed being the new boss, the perspective suddenly changes. He had been apologizing for the fact that Fugo was sheltering the weight of knowing things that Giorno didn't when they should both be carrying the weight...sharing the burden of whatever they could.
But if he was the new boss and if Fugo had sworn himself to him and his dream—he truly was apologetic. Apologetic but not in despair. Instead he'll look to Fugo and sort of understand what must have happened. The deaths of Buccellati and the others... He lost true friends and allies on the first major stepping stone in achieving his dream. ]
So I've become the boss. [ Don of Passione. Don Giovanna? Boss Giovanna? None of those sounded right to him. But what had Fugo called him that one time? Giogio? ]
Fugo... I'm glad that you're here with me. [ Because in the end, Giorno could have stayed in the dark and not known anything. ] For you, who sees things to clearly and is careful, to side with me and my dream—I'm honored. I will make sure that I am that boss you swore an oath to.
[ After all, just because he was told he was the boss it didn't mean he had earned it yet. ]
["I'm glad that you're here with me." Even now, these are words that he doesn't quite feel like he deserves. But he didn't want them to be wasted on him, either. He wouldn't let them be.]
You don't have to be that person here. I've... already made up my mind. [Giorno had nothing to prove to him—even if he didn't remember, he had done something for Fugo that no one else could have (or even would have) done. Really, the biggest reason he even mentioned it is because it's important for Giorno to know. Because he wants him to know that he can rely on him, for anything and everything. He needed to know that he'd do anything for him.
...there was still a bit of a problem, though.] ...but I'm not sure what I'm supposed to call you anymore.
[It's a silly thing, honestly. He's kind of embarrassed by having to bring it up, but... Giorno had caught him off-guard with it before, so maybe it was better to just— ask.]
Or, well, it was interesting seeing the differences between the Fugos he knew. The one he was more familiar with might have not let him off the hook as easily. Yet it seemed as though this Fugo was almost very insistent about making sure that Giorno could trust him. As if there was any doubt in his mind aside from that one brief moment where he wasn't sure.
Just the minor things that Giorno caught though didn't feel the need to comment on. Fugo might have told him that he didn't have to be that person, but that person was what Giorno wanted to be. No pressure other than the one he put upon himself, and as for the matter of names... ]
You can call me whatever makes you feel comfortable with Fugo. I'm not your boss just yet so I'll accept whatever name it is.
[ A small robot will roll up next to Giorno with a digital display. Obviously it was the "wait bot" and it was going to wait some more seeing that Giorno wasn't really ready to order just yet. ]
[DON'T LEAVE THIS DECISION UP TO HIM... He glances at the weird machine as he awkwardly tries to figure this out. He wasn't sure what the best way to go about this was... Just "Giorno" almost felt strange, but he didn't want to push him, either.]
GioGio... That's what you told me to call you, before. Is that alright?
[It had felt weird when he told him that before—it was just so familiar. It was strange to use a name like that for someone he'd only really known for a few days. It still definitely felt that way, but at the same time, it also felt sort of right. Maybe it was more for himself, than anything—because Giorno, or GioGio, rather, was the person he owed his life to. In a way, it was strange to call Giorno his friend because they hadn't known each other that long, but at the same time, he was just— so much more than that, too. So it felt right.]
[ It's just a matter of a name, Fugo. Giorno has already decided that whatever Fugo goes with will be the name that he'll accept. Though, it is kind of surprising to him that he wanted to go with the name that was decided by his future self. It feels honestly a little too familiar but has a nice ring to it. ]
Of course. [ And that was going to be it. He was going to GioGio and as one of the first acts as GioGio, he was going to look over at the robot that had rolled up next to him and Fugo was fiddling with. Everything was so advance here. ] I'll still call you Fugo; I hope that hadn't change.
[ Because if it has, he was going to have a bit of trouble trying to get into a new habit now. Fugo hadn't said anything that might have suggested him being called otherwise, but given that he was the new boss, he could never be too certain. ]
Oh, I think I've discovered how to order drinks.
[ Hopefully it's just one drink he's ordering and not accidentally more than that. ]
[Somehow, he feels like he's being teased... Fugo glances away, vaguely embarrassed, but shakes his head.]
N-no. Fugo's fine.
[But when Giorno mentions having figured out how to work things, Fugo looks back at the robot. He's not really sure how he feels about it, honestly... If they're confident enough to send these things out to deal with customers, then they must be at least somewhat efficient, but... Maybe it's just too different, and that's why he's not sure. It wasn't like he'd had any real reason to doubt it yet, after all, but he couldn't quite accept that this was normal and okay, either.]
I'll take anything. [Leaving the responsibility to Giorno, smh... But really, it's because he's not sure just how different this place is going to be. What kind of drinks would there even be? What kind of food? ...he frowns a little.] I wonder if everything's like this.
[Weird robots in other stores and businesses... Thinking of it like that, it's actually a little creepy.]
[ Giorno nods his head when he confirms that Fugo is still an acceptable name to call him. That's good, that much hasn't changed.
And seeing that Fugo somewhat threw in the towel and left things up for Giorno to order, he carefully picks out two bottles of what he thinks would be some sort of fruity beverage. The words on the display aren't familiar to him in the slightest but he knows how to read them and hopefully that'll be good enough. However when it came down to ordering some snacks... Giorno realized something— ]
We've never had a chance to sit down like this so I've never gotten to know what kinds of foods you like. [ It's simple but also important.
Well, perhaps not that important but enough given their current situation where it might be noteworthy to point out. Sure he was the new boss but a good boss should know a thing or two, if not more, about the people they worked with. Though, maybe this was too casual given everything that they've been forced to deal with. Not that things weren't similar back "home"; life was really just about being able to adapt and react quick enough to the changes. ]
I don't want to be forced to fall into their pace, but I feel as if we should learn how to behave normally in this place.
[ Or at least, that's what he feels is right for this situation. ]
[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.]
[ While Fugo's anger isn't outright obvious to him, Giorno will get a certain feel that the suggestion doesn't sit well with him. And of course it wouldn't, or well, he could see why it wouldn't. It's part of the reason why he put voice to it. Despite the a vague level of understanding, Giorno will only make note of it as he presses on. ]
I'm rather fond of sweet things myself; I don't care for anything that's heavy or too greasy. [ Between the cake, he thinks he's ordering cake at least, that Giorno's ordering and the giant parfait that he's going to be eating later, one has to wonder about his sugar levels.
But food conversation aside, Giorno goes back to the conversation that he sort of brought back. It had been Giorno's attempt to get Fugo thinking again about what to do here; he knew that Fugo was cautious but he also had a feeling that the suggestion of trying to be "normal" might be a tall order. He hasn't forgotten how he sensed some agitation from the suggestion in general, but these were necessary things. ]
With the vast diversity of the people here, I'm sure it won't be hard to figure out what will qualify as "normal". Perhaps if we're lucky it won't be too different than what we're used to. [ Though... ]
Just one. [Which is both strange but also kind of... not. It was strange in the sense that being around Stand users was such a normal thing as a member of Passione, but if what they were told about this place was true, then it made sense that there wouldn't be quite so many around. Then again, even if it was unusual, it probably wasn't a bad thing. Stand users could be a pain if they weren't on their side.] He didn't seem like a bad guy. He helped me out a few times.
[Fugo had been extra cautious back then, not knowing what to expect from this place once they got out of ViViD. It seemed, for now, like his concern had been unwarranted, but even now, his Stand wasn't one he could afford to be careless with. He didn't think Kakyoin realized just how big of a favor he'd done for him by looking out for him the way he did.]
What about you?
tbh i'm horrified they're all roughly the same height
It is the same for me. [ Though while Giorno doesn't think there could be many Stand users here, he wants to at least account for all the ones that were here and that they knew off. Which meant starting off by naming the one he knew— ]
By any chance was it Kakyoin Noriaki? He stood around our height with red hair.
[ If it had been the same person, then at least this was going to be another account in his favor. Giorno had trusted Kakyoin pretty easily; nothing about Kakyoin really seemed to be dishonest or give Giorno doubts. He was certainly knowledgeable about Stands if nothing else.
Eventually Giorno will want to cross the bridge discussing the fact that he has met people who did not have Stands themselves but were able to see Gold Experience. It wasn't many but he wonders if Fugo has also ran into any of those types... ]
Yeah, that was him. [He nods.] I don't know much about him, but I don't think we have to worry about him. He doesn't seem like he'll be a problem.
[...which is a pretty terrible way to evaluate someone, but hey, thug life and all. Kakyoin didn't come off as a particularly friendly person, he thought, but he seemed pretty genuine in his attempts to help. He used his Stand pretty freely, too, even when he didn't know that Fugo could see it. If he'd wanted to use his Stand for something terrible, it would've been easy to do so, but he never did, so Fugo wasn't worried.]
I didn't meet anyone else worth noting.
[How rude... But he mostly means there was no one worth noting in an extraordinary sense, rather than an interesting or uninteresting one. He hadn't met anyone else so far who had abilities like them.]
I desperately need a drawing of all three of them standing next to each other...
[ Thug life is thug life for a reason. Though Fugo's assessment of the Kakyoin is a bit telling in how brief he was. Nothing notable, their interaction was probably nothing terrible but it wasn't amazing either. It's not as if Giorno would sing praises either but...just something to note.
Kakyoin Noriaki was someone Fugo did not see as a threat and potentially someone they could work with (if not use on some level). If they knew mean girls, this would be very close to encroaching on that territory. ]
He seemed to be knowledgeable about Stands and him and his... [ What did Kakyoin refer to them again? He distinctly remembered that he didn't refer to them as "friends". ]—companions were hunting down a particular Stand user themselves.
[ Giorno will turn to look at Fugo before easing up and relaxing into his chair. He'll trust that the robots will come with their food whenever it's ready. But, that was a great way to transition into what he had wanted to talk to. ]
I've encountered a few people here who have claimed being able to see Gold Experience despite not being Stand users themselves.
[The fact that Kakyoin would also be quite knowledgeable about Stands doesn't come as a surprise to Fugo. Kakyoin had been pretty smart—he had been logical, reasonable, and handled their bizarre situation like it wasn't all that strange at all. Not to mention that Stand users seemed to be drawn to each other, so the fact that he knew of others isn't too strange, either.
But the last thing Giorno says, that comes as a surprise. Fugo blinks, trying to make sure he heard that right.]
Th-they can see it? How?
[If they could see it, could they interact with it, too? Was it possible for a normal person to be able to attack their Stands?]
[ Fugo are you asking Giorno this? Giorno who has barely had his own Stand for about a month and some change? Still, guess his observations are better than nothing at all, but this is really one thing that he doesn't understand. Figuring out Stand users and their abilities is one thing, understanding them for what they are is another... ]
The girl who I spoke to had mentioned she had always been able to see spirits and the supernatural. [ A Japanese woman. Very polite and hated her abilities initially. ]
Perhaps the link to the supernatural is the connection or something about this place; I can't tell.
[ Though with how liberally both Kakyoin and Giorno use their Stands, the answer will bond to show up sooner than later. Or at least, that's the hope that he has. Until then, it's a waiting game. At least there's a brief break from this as a small robot zooms next to them and places their drinks onto the table. A fizzy fruit drink for the two of them. ]
[The more he hears about this place, the more troublesome it sounds. If other people could see and hurt his Stand, it probably didn't matter, so long as he could still manage to release Purple Haze's virus. But what about for someone like Giorno, or Kakyoin? What kind of last resorts did they have? As Stand users, they'd probably still have the upper hand... at least until they inevitably encountered people with non-Stand-related abilities. Ugh.
He frowns, a bitter taste in his mouth. Even when the little robot returns and sets down their drinks, he's not sure how thirsty he is anymore, thinking about all of the problems looming over them.]
This place doesn't make any sense. [What Fugo needed was a break from the monotony that had turned him into the kind of person he is, but... not like this, not like this.] We'll have to be even more careful. There's no telling just what kinds of people will be able to see them.
[ Fugo might not immediately reach for the drink, but Giorno does if for nothing else than to taste it. It isn't bad; actually, rather refreshing. ]
We should see what kind of people there are here.
[ He understands Fugo's concerns but at the same time Giorno hasn't met a person who wasn't in the same situation as them who wasn't somewhat helpful. Sure he has only met a handful of them but doesn't consider them to be people of which he needs to be concerned with. The people of Cerealia—the natives—however were another matter entirely.
If there was anyone who inspired the most ire from him, it'd be them. Giorno wouldn't have wanted them to know what he could be capable of, but there was probably a very small middle ground of which he could stand on in regards to this matter. Without a doubt, they probably had an idea of how Gold Experience worked as well as Kakyoin's Hierophant Green... Looks as if once again, Fugo remains to be the unexpected trump card. ]
However, we should make sure that Purple Haze remains hidden for as long as you can. If the wrong people see that, we'll have more to worry than if they see Gold Experience.
[The implication is pretty clear, but Fugo doesn't mind it. It's not too different from what he did back home, anyway, and besides, it wasn't like his Stand had many practical uses.
He nods in understanding. He also debates his next words briefly, but decides it's worth mentioning, at least to Giorno. If he wanted to be of as much use as possible to him, then it would definitely be good to know.]
I can control it better than I could before, but my range is even smaller now. [So, in other words, while it was probably more useful now, it was also probably more dangerous for him, with or without any other potential threats.] But if things are different here... I guess there won't be many reasons to fight.
["Many," because let's be real, Fugo will still probably find reasons to fight. But if they were going to pretend to be students instead of gangsters, and if there were fewer Stand users around, then there should definitely be fewer reasons to use Purple Haze at all.]
[ No, certainly not fights where he'd have to bring out Purple Haze and melt someone.
Though hearing how Fugo has managed to reign in his control over it was rather surprising news. He always felt that there must have been a way for Fugo to do so when he was first told about the Stand, but wasn't sure how. ]
That's good to know. [ Giorno nods and contemplates whether or not he should know the full details of how it happened. If there was anything to worry about the future being messed up by learning what was going to happen in the future, then he had already failed at step one there.
Might as well go for broke. ]
Has it been a while since you've learned how to control it, or was it rather recent?
Recent. It's... different now. [That was probably the best way to explain it. He didn't think that would change or that it could undo itself or anything, but he sure hoped it wouldn't. Considering how often he used his Stand, it'd be a pain to have to keep rethinking how to use it. (Especially when the Stand was as much of a threat to himself as it was to anyone else.)] But not by much. It's still dangerous.
As long as I can get close enough, it won't matter if they can see it or not.
[Of course, it was still incredibly dangerous for Fugo, but it's not as if he was ever against throwing himself that deep into danger. Was someone being able to attack his Stand really that different than him releasing Purple Haze's virus with his own hands—]
But if you learn anything else about people who can see them, tell me. I want to know.
[ 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.
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But if he was the new boss and if Fugo had sworn himself to him and his dream—he truly was apologetic. Apologetic but not in despair. Instead he'll look to Fugo and sort of understand what must have happened. The deaths of Buccellati and the others... He lost true friends and allies on the first major stepping stone in achieving his dream. ]
So I've become the boss. [ Don of Passione. Don Giovanna? Boss Giovanna? None of those sounded right to him. But what had Fugo called him that one time? Giogio? ]
Fugo... I'm glad that you're here with me. [ Because in the end, Giorno could have stayed in the dark and not known anything. ] For you, who sees things to clearly and is careful, to side with me and my dream—I'm honored. I will make sure that I am that boss you swore an oath to.
[ After all, just because he was told he was the boss it didn't mean he had earned it yet. ]
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You don't have to be that person here. I've... already made up my mind. [Giorno had nothing to prove to him—even if he didn't remember, he had done something for Fugo that no one else could have (or even would have) done. Really, the biggest reason he even mentioned it is because it's important for Giorno to know. Because he wants him to know that he can rely on him, for anything and everything. He needed to know that he'd do anything for him.
...there was still a bit of a problem, though.] ...but I'm not sure what I'm supposed to call you anymore.
[It's a silly thing, honestly. He's kind of embarrassed by having to bring it up, but... Giorno had caught him off-guard with it before, so maybe it was better to just— ask.]
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Or, well, it was interesting seeing the differences between the Fugos he knew. The one he was more familiar with might have not let him off the hook as easily. Yet it seemed as though this Fugo was almost very insistent about making sure that Giorno could trust him. As if there was any doubt in his mind aside from that one brief moment where he wasn't sure.
Just the minor things that Giorno caught though didn't feel the need to comment on. Fugo might have told him that he didn't have to be that person, but that person was what Giorno wanted to be. No pressure other than the one he put upon himself, and as for the matter of names... ]
You can call me whatever makes you feel comfortable with Fugo. I'm not your boss just yet so I'll accept whatever name it is.
[ A small robot will roll up next to Giorno with a digital display. Obviously it was the "wait bot" and it was going to wait some more seeing that Giorno wasn't really ready to order just yet. ]
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GioGio... That's what you told me to call you, before. Is that alright?
[It had felt weird when he told him that before—it was just so familiar. It was strange to use a name like that for someone he'd only really known for a few days. It still definitely felt that way, but at the same time, it also felt sort of right. Maybe it was more for himself, than anything—because Giorno, or GioGio, rather, was the person he owed his life to. In a way, it was strange to call Giorno his friend because they hadn't known each other that long, but at the same time, he was just— so much more than that, too. So it felt right.]
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Of course. [ And that was going to be it. He was going to GioGio and as one of the first acts as GioGio, he was going to look over at the robot that had rolled up next to him and Fugo was fiddling with. Everything was so advance here. ] I'll still call you Fugo; I hope that hadn't change.
[ Because if it has, he was going to have a bit of trouble trying to get into a new habit now. Fugo hadn't said anything that might have suggested him being called otherwise, but given that he was the new boss, he could never be too certain. ]
Oh, I think I've discovered how to order drinks.
[ Hopefully it's just one drink he's ordering and not accidentally more than that. ]
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N-no. Fugo's fine.
[But when Giorno mentions having figured out how to work things, Fugo looks back at the robot. He's not really sure how he feels about it, honestly... If they're confident enough to send these things out to deal with customers, then they must be at least somewhat efficient, but... Maybe it's just too different, and that's why he's not sure. It wasn't like he'd had any real reason to doubt it yet, after all, but he couldn't quite accept that this was normal and okay, either.]
I'll take anything. [Leaving the responsibility to Giorno, smh... But really, it's because he's not sure just how different this place is going to be. What kind of drinks would there even be? What kind of food? ...he frowns a little.] I wonder if everything's like this.
[Weird robots in other stores and businesses... Thinking of it like that, it's actually a little creepy.]
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And seeing that Fugo somewhat threw in the towel and left things up for Giorno to order, he carefully picks out two bottles of what he thinks would be some sort of fruity beverage. The words on the display aren't familiar to him in the slightest but he knows how to read them and hopefully that'll be good enough. However when it came down to ordering some snacks... Giorno realized something— ]
We've never had a chance to sit down like this so I've never gotten to know what kinds of foods you like. [ It's simple but also important.
Well, perhaps not that important but enough given their current situation where it might be noteworthy to point out. Sure he was the new boss but a good boss should know a thing or two, if not more, about the people they worked with. Though, maybe this was too casual given everything that they've been forced to deal with. Not that things weren't similar back "home"; life was really just about being able to adapt and react quick enough to the changes. ]
I don't want to be forced to fall into their pace, but I feel as if we should learn how to behave normally in this place.
[ Or at least, that's what he feels is right for this situation. ]
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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.]
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I'm rather fond of sweet things myself; I don't care for anything that's heavy or too greasy. [ Between the cake, he thinks he's ordering cake at least, that Giorno's ordering and the giant parfait that he's going to be eating later, one has to wonder about his sugar levels.
But food conversation aside, Giorno goes back to the conversation that he sort of brought back. It had been Giorno's attempt to get Fugo thinking again about what to do here; he knew that Fugo was cautious but he also had a feeling that the suggestion of trying to be "normal" might be a tall order. He hasn't forgotten how he sensed some agitation from the suggestion in general, but these were necessary things. ]
With the vast diversity of the people here, I'm sure it won't be hard to figure out what will qualify as "normal". Perhaps if we're lucky it won't be too different than what we're used to. [ Though... ]
Have you met any other Stand users?
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[Fugo had been extra cautious back then, not knowing what to expect from this place once they got out of ViViD. It seemed, for now, like his concern had been unwarranted, but even now, his Stand wasn't one he could afford to be careless with. He didn't think Kakyoin realized just how big of a favor he'd done for him by looking out for him the way he did.]
What about you?
tbh i'm horrified they're all roughly the same height
By any chance was it Kakyoin Noriaki? He stood around our height with red hair.
[ If it had been the same person, then at least this was going to be another account in his favor. Giorno had trusted Kakyoin pretty easily; nothing about Kakyoin really seemed to be dishonest or give Giorno doubts. He was certainly knowledgeable about Stands if nothing else.
Eventually Giorno will want to cross the bridge discussing the fact that he has met people who did not have Stands themselves but were able to see Gold Experience. It wasn't many but he wonders if Fugo has also ran into any of those types... ]
ASDFKJH SAME, I CANNOT BELIEVE...
[...which is a pretty terrible way to evaluate someone, but hey, thug life and all. Kakyoin didn't come off as a particularly friendly person, he thought, but he seemed pretty genuine in his attempts to help. He used his Stand pretty freely, too, even when he didn't know that Fugo could see it. If he'd wanted to use his Stand for something terrible, it would've been easy to do so, but he never did, so Fugo wasn't worried.]
I didn't meet anyone else worth noting.
[How rude... But he mostly means there was no one worth noting in an extraordinary sense, rather than an interesting or uninteresting one. He hadn't met anyone else so far who had abilities like them.]
I desperately need a drawing of all three of them standing next to each other...
Kakyoin Noriaki was someone Fugo did not see as a threat and potentially someone they could work with (if not use on some level). If they knew mean girls, this would be very close to encroaching on that territory. ]
He seemed to be knowledgeable about Stands and him and his... [ What did Kakyoin refer to them again? He distinctly remembered that he didn't refer to them as "friends". ]—companions were hunting down a particular Stand user themselves.
[ Giorno will turn to look at Fugo before easing up and relaxing into his chair. He'll trust that the robots will come with their food whenever it's ready. But, that was a great way to transition into what he had wanted to talk to. ]
I've encountered a few people here who have claimed being able to see Gold Experience despite not being Stand users themselves.
ME, TOO. IMMEDIATELY.
But the last thing Giorno says, that comes as a surprise. Fugo blinks, trying to make sure he heard that right.]
Th-they can see it? How?
[If they could see it, could they interact with it, too? Was it possible for a normal person to be able to attack their Stands?]
if only i could draw
[ Fugo are you asking Giorno this? Giorno who has barely had his own Stand for about a month and some change? Still, guess his observations are better than nothing at all, but this is really one thing that he doesn't understand. Figuring out Stand users and their abilities is one thing, understanding them for what they are is another... ]
The girl who I spoke to had mentioned she had always been able to see spirits and the supernatural. [ A Japanese woman. Very polite and hated her abilities initially. ]
Perhaps the link to the supernatural is the connection or something about this place; I can't tell.
[ Though with how liberally both Kakyoin and Giorno use their Stands, the answer will bond to show up sooner than later. Or at least, that's the hope that he has. Until then, it's a waiting game. At least there's a brief break from this as a small robot zooms next to them and places their drinks onto the table. A fizzy fruit drink for the two of them. ]
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He frowns, a bitter taste in his mouth. Even when the little robot returns and sets down their drinks, he's not sure how thirsty he is anymore, thinking about all of the problems looming over them.]
This place doesn't make any sense. [What Fugo needed was a break from the monotony that had turned him into the kind of person he is, but... not like this, not like this.] We'll have to be even more careful. There's no telling just what kinds of people will be able to see them.
[Just more things to worry about. Naturally.]
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We should see what kind of people there are here.
[ He understands Fugo's concerns but at the same time Giorno hasn't met a person who wasn't in the same situation as them who wasn't somewhat helpful. Sure he has only met a handful of them but doesn't consider them to be people of which he needs to be concerned with. The people of Cerealia—the natives—however were another matter entirely.
If there was anyone who inspired the most ire from him, it'd be them. Giorno wouldn't have wanted them to know what he could be capable of, but there was probably a very small middle ground of which he could stand on in regards to this matter. Without a doubt, they probably had an idea of how Gold Experience worked as well as Kakyoin's Hierophant Green... Looks as if once again, Fugo remains to be the unexpected trump card. ]
However, we should make sure that Purple Haze remains hidden for as long as you can. If the wrong people see that, we'll have more to worry than if they see Gold Experience.
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He nods in understanding. He also debates his next words briefly, but decides it's worth mentioning, at least to Giorno. If he wanted to be of as much use as possible to him, then it would definitely be good to know.]
I can control it better than I could before, but my range is even smaller now. [So, in other words, while it was probably more useful now, it was also probably more dangerous for him, with or without any other potential threats.] But if things are different here... I guess there won't be many reasons to fight.
["Many," because let's be real, Fugo will still probably find reasons to fight. But if they were going to pretend to be students instead of gangsters, and if there were fewer Stand users around, then there should definitely be fewer reasons to use Purple Haze at all.]
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Though hearing how Fugo has managed to reign in his control over it was rather surprising news. He always felt that there must have been a way for Fugo to do so when he was first told about the Stand, but wasn't sure how. ]
That's good to know. [ Giorno nods and contemplates whether or not he should know the full details of how it happened. If there was anything to worry about the future being messed up by learning what was going to happen in the future, then he had already failed at step one there.
Might as well go for broke. ]
Has it been a while since you've learned how to control it, or was it rather recent?
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As long as I can get close enough, it won't matter if they can see it or not.
[Of course, it was still incredibly dangerous for Fugo, but it's not as if he was ever against throwing himself that deep into danger. Was someone being able to attack his Stand really that different than him releasing Purple Haze's virus with his own hands—]
But if you learn anything else about people who can see them, tell me. I want to know.
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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.
smh at you
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