[Fugo doesn't know what Giorno is thinking. The Bond doesn't work like that. What he does have insight into is what he's feeling: happy and confident, certain in his belief that everything is as it should be. Maybe if he could read Giorno's thoughts, he would have put a stop to what happens next.
Or maybe not. Giorno is very impulsive. And it happens pretty quickly.]
[Giorno pulls up and stares at him; his smile is subtle, easier to read in the crinkled corners of his eyes than his mouth. Even without the Bond, Fugo can see just how glad Giorno is. He thinks to himself-- What is he looking at?-- and then, before he has a chance to voice the question, Giorno tugs them both down.
A decision that he, obviously, did not think through very well. Fugo tenses and startles as he loses his balance and topples forward towards Giorno. It's not very far; he has no room to catch himself. Their foreheads smack together with a distinct clonk, prompting a sharp stream of curses out of Fugo's mouth that he would under ordinary circumstances he never would direct towards Giorno. It's all very smooth. They're doing great.]
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Or maybe not. Giorno is very impulsive. And it happens pretty quickly.]
[Giorno pulls up and stares at him; his smile is subtle, easier to read in the crinkled corners of his eyes than his mouth. Even without the Bond, Fugo can see just how glad Giorno is. He thinks to himself-- What is he looking at?-- and then, before he has a chance to voice the question, Giorno tugs them both down.
A decision that he, obviously, did not think through very well. Fugo tenses and startles as he loses his balance and topples forward towards Giorno. It's not very far; he has no room to catch himself. Their foreheads smack together with a distinct clonk, prompting a sharp stream of curses out of Fugo's mouth that he would under ordinary circumstances he never would direct towards Giorno. It's all very smooth. They're doing great.]