[ he breathes out something that could be a laugh if the sound itself was less painful — as it is, it's an exhale, a huff, sympathetic and annoyed on Fugo's behalf at once, an agreement of sorts — yeah, that is not a nickname he'd choose for himself, either.
he marks the change in Fugo's expression, different enough to cut through the haze in his mind; even more so are the words that follow. despite the way the movement sends a sharp jolt of pain through him, he looks up, eyes just a touch more focused now. ]
Does he? Really? [ it's clear Fugo's line of distracting facts is a great one. ]
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he marks the change in Fugo's expression, different enough to cut through the haze in his mind; even more so are the words that follow. despite the way the movement sends a sharp jolt of pain through him, he looks up, eyes just a touch more focused now. ]
Does he? Really? [ it's clear Fugo's line of distracting facts is a great one. ]