[Joseph pauses in the middle of digging into the bag to retrieve the requested carrots to look at both of his arms in front of him. He might appear puzzled, but he's more perplexed that he managed to forget about it all while he was looking for water than the fact he's bleeding. It's not like he forgot the vine digging into his arm or something, after all. But the wound's not about to be life threatening, so Joseph's not bothered by it enough to hold off on handing over the carrots directly to Fugo.]
Oh, it's not that— [Joseph stops and looks at Giorno when he speaks, Giorno's voice sounding weak and small. The peanut butter comment sounds more like a meek suggestion than a direct order like Joseph thinks it's supposed to be. It's a sharp contrast to the way he was speaking earlier, anyway, especially once the stilted apology comes tumbling out. Joseph shakes his head as he turns the small cup of peanut butter over to Fugo. He's trying to puzzle out where Giorno's reaction is coming from as he sets the bag still holding the sandwich down on a nearby shelf and tears open the bag of potato chips.] Nah, I'm fine. I've had a lot worse.
[He pops a potato chip, munching it thoughtfully. Or rather, he munches on it and looks at Giorno thoughtfully. It's not the sight of blood that's bothering him, obviously. He had a knife on him. He's here in the middle of all this. Joseph's been bleeding for a little while, and it's his fault. He's not sick like his friend is either, so it's not like it's just settling in how tired he is or something. No, that kicked in right after Joseph said his name.]
[Joseph pops another chip. He could play stupid about it. Wait for the kid to give a few more tells and then figure out where to go from there, but what'd be the point? It'd just make being stuck together until the group of infected outside lost interest tenser for much longer than necessary. Sure, addressing it head on means the kid might want to fight about whatever it is that's got him acting weird (because in Joseph's experience, that's where these kind of weird reactions lead to), but better he get it out of his system instead of spending all the time staring at Joseph when he thinks Joseph's not paying attention, right?]
You know the Joestars, don't you? [He shoves a couple of chips in his mouth, talking around them. His tone is light enough for a mundane conversation that neither one of them will remember five minutes after it's over.] Or at least you've heard of us, yeah?
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[Joseph pauses in the middle of digging into the bag to retrieve the requested carrots to look at both of his arms in front of him. He might appear puzzled, but he's more perplexed that he managed to forget about it all while he was looking for water than the fact he's bleeding. It's not like he forgot the vine digging into his arm or something, after all. But the wound's not about to be life threatening, so Joseph's not bothered by it enough to hold off on handing over the carrots directly to Fugo.]
Oh, it's not that— [Joseph stops and looks at Giorno when he speaks, Giorno's voice sounding weak and small. The peanut butter comment sounds more like a meek suggestion than a direct order like Joseph thinks it's supposed to be. It's a sharp contrast to the way he was speaking earlier, anyway, especially once the stilted apology comes tumbling out. Joseph shakes his head as he turns the small cup of peanut butter over to Fugo. He's trying to puzzle out where Giorno's reaction is coming from as he sets the bag still holding the sandwich down on a nearby shelf and tears open the bag of potato chips.] Nah, I'm fine. I've had a lot worse.
[He pops a potato chip, munching it thoughtfully. Or rather, he munches on it and looks at Giorno thoughtfully. It's not the sight of blood that's bothering him, obviously. He had a knife on him. He's here in the middle of all this. Joseph's been bleeding for a little while, and it's his fault. He's not sick like his friend is either, so it's not like it's just settling in how tired he is or something. No, that kicked in right after Joseph said his name.]
[Joseph pops another chip. He could play stupid about it. Wait for the kid to give a few more tells and then figure out where to go from there, but what'd be the point? It'd just make being stuck together until the group of infected outside lost interest tenser for much longer than necessary. Sure, addressing it head on means the kid might want to fight about whatever it is that's got him acting weird (because in Joseph's experience, that's where these kind of weird reactions lead to), but better he get it out of his system instead of spending all the time staring at Joseph when he thinks Joseph's not paying attention, right?]
You know the Joestars, don't you? [He shoves a couple of chips in his mouth, talking around them. His tone is light enough for a mundane conversation that neither one of them will remember five minutes after it's over.] Or at least you've heard of us, yeah?