[Zelda has made a joke. It directly pokes fun at what should be the safe subject of Giorno's flair for the dramatic. But because it also has the backhand implication that Zelda isn't exactly as wonderful as Giorno has described her, Giorno won't play along. The joke... flops. Should he say something? What about the tea, or the-- ... all that's left is the invitation, which is suddenly on his shoulders.]
Tea-- would be fine. [Fugo stands; the movement is just a bit off, in that it's too stiff to be anything but nervous. As much as he wants to stay still, he finds himself anxiously smoothing down the front of his jacket. At least if they go inside, Giorno will stop nagging about his clothes.] Since it's only going to get colder.
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[Zelda has made a joke. It directly pokes fun at what should be the safe subject of Giorno's flair for the dramatic. But because it also has the backhand implication that Zelda isn't exactly as wonderful as Giorno has described her, Giorno won't play along. The joke... flops. Should he say something? What about the tea, or the-- ... all that's left is the invitation, which is suddenly on his shoulders.]
Tea-- would be fine. [Fugo stands; the movement is just a bit off, in that it's too stiff to be anything but nervous. As much as he wants to stay still, he finds himself anxiously smoothing down the front of his jacket. At least if they go inside, Giorno will stop nagging about his clothes.] Since it's only going to get colder.
[N... ailed it.]