[...for a long while, Mettaton was hoping Giorno's riches was only a fun plot-device. Something out of a corny movie about a teenager coming into fortune and fame for no other reason than to usher in a new world of shenanigans. That the two of them were in some sort of wacky adventure together, irritating their loyal butlers and sticking it to the old folks with their monocles and old ways...
This isn't surprising. It should be, but Mettaton can't say he's finding himself surprised. He's spent the night watching how close and almost protective Giorno and Fugo are of each other, on top of what he's seen of them when they're apart. Giorno is too much like Mettaton: flashy and fun, but edged with distrust and emotionally distant. Fugo shuts off his already tepid emotions at the thought of opening up more. Together, they huddle in a corner and whisper like they're keeping watch of everyone else.
Hm. It feels like everyone on this team is beset by some sort of tragedy. May as well change the name to Angstentes.
........... (no, that one was bad. Bad, Mettaton.)]
They're very lucky you stood up to it, then. [It's very matter of fact, without a trace of judgement. He sounds like a parent mildly praising their child for giving their money to someone less fortunate.
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This isn't surprising. It should be, but Mettaton can't say he's finding himself surprised. He's spent the night watching how close and almost protective Giorno and Fugo are of each other, on top of what he's seen of them when they're apart. Giorno is too much like Mettaton: flashy and fun, but edged with distrust and emotionally distant. Fugo shuts off his already tepid emotions at the thought of opening up more. Together, they huddle in a corner and whisper like they're keeping watch of everyone else.
Hm. It feels like everyone on this team is beset by some sort of tragedy. May as well change the name to Angstentes.
........... (no, that one was bad. Bad, Mettaton.)]
They're very lucky you stood up to it, then. [It's very matter of fact, without a trace of judgement. He sounds like a parent mildly praising their child for giving their money to someone less fortunate.
We all do things for the greater good, don't we?]
Is that how you met Fugo?