[One second: there's a man next to him on the chandelier. The next: that man is actually a skeleton, with a wide and toothy grin.
Fugo blinks. Looks down at his hands, with their ragged nails and bitten-off cuticles. He then sighs and reaches up to pinch his left eyelid: it's not the best way to confirm if he's dreaming or not, but the spot of pain helps him to remember all the things and the people he's encountered tonight. Giorno's here.
So this probably isn't a dream.]
No thanks. [A bite's a bite. And he doesn't like chocolate to begin with. But because he doesn't think that would fly, he has to be honest.] It would be a waste. I don't think I could keep it down. I'll eat when I get out of here.
[A pause, then:] You've got pretty good diction for someone who doesn't have a tongue.
[Tongues are very important for talking. A fact he knew but didn't know until after Sicilia.]
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Fugo blinks. Looks down at his hands, with their ragged nails and bitten-off cuticles. He then sighs and reaches up to pinch his left eyelid: it's not the best way to confirm if he's dreaming or not, but the spot of pain helps him to remember all the things and the people he's encountered tonight. Giorno's here.
So this probably isn't a dream.]
No thanks. [A bite's a bite. And he doesn't like chocolate to begin with. But because he doesn't think that would fly, he has to be honest.] It would be a waste. I don't think I could keep it down. I'll eat when I get out of here.
[A pause, then:] You've got pretty good diction for someone who doesn't have a tongue.
[Tongues are very important for talking. A fact he knew but didn't know until after Sicilia.]