Well, share it! [There might not be much time between Joseph's complaint and when he reaches the store but let it be known: Fugo always has the time and the breath to complain.
Well, maybe not always. The little breath he has gets straight up knocked out of him when he's dropped and then slid underneath the grate. But he's fine. That's what he tells himself, as he scrabbles to find purchase with one hand on the ugly carpet tile that someone decided was a good idea to cover the floor with. His vision swims as his eyes hyper-focus on the ugly pattern, then abruptly out-of-focus.
This is unfortunate. But he has to get up, he has to help, he has to stand--]
[Fugo's arm wobbles as he too-slowly pushes himself up off the floor. His breathing is the pained, exhausted wheeze of someone who has pushed themselves beyond their limits-- and yet, keeps on pushing. Stopping doesn't even cross his mind. He can't stop. Not when Giorno needs him to stand, even if he can barely push himself up to an unsteady crouch.]
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Well, maybe not always. The little breath he has gets straight up knocked out of him when he's dropped and then slid underneath the grate. But he's fine. That's what he tells himself, as he scrabbles to find purchase with one hand on the ugly carpet tile that someone decided was a good idea to cover the floor with. His vision swims as his eyes hyper-focus on the ugly pattern, then abruptly out-of-focus.
This is unfortunate. But he has to get up, he has to help, he has to stand--]
[Fugo's arm wobbles as he too-slowly pushes himself up off the floor. His breathing is the pained, exhausted wheeze of someone who has pushed themselves beyond their limits-- and yet, keeps on pushing. Stopping doesn't even cross his mind. He can't stop. Not when Giorno needs him to stand, even if he can barely push himself up to an unsteady crouch.]