[Between the late (early?) hour, Fugo's lack of sleep, and Sans speaking ominously behind him, several things happen: his shoulders bunch together and he, for a few seconds, curls up tight where he is. He pushes himself up and away from Giorno, who grouses and shoots Sans a dirty look, but lets Fugo go to talk to him.]
Yeah, well. [Fugo shakes his head, chasing away some of his lingering sleepiness, and settles his expression into a frown. Right. Okay. This sketchy guy.] All of this isn't exactly uncommon. Especially in larger trials.
get that nip away mr. serif :[
Yeah, well. [Fugo shakes his head, chasing away some of his lingering sleepiness, and settles his expression into a frown. Right. Okay. This sketchy guy.] All of this isn't exactly uncommon. Especially in larger trials.