[Fugo makes a mental note not to mention the glitter thing to Giorno, who would absolutely pick up this bad habit and Fugo knows that with that much glitter being flung around there'd be no cleaning it up.]

No wonder Giogio likes you. [Fugo has heard, at length, Giorno gush praises about Mettaton. His taste in music, his dedication to glam, his good taste in dresses... yeah, that's all Giorno. He glances down at the offered hand, skeptical but honestly not all that surprised.] Nice try, but no. You get points for form and dramatics, but your timing's off.

I'm Fugo.