[It is, to be clear, a mess. However, given that Giorno is now officially a plant, he doesn't care about the dirt, and the nonzero number of preteens in Hill House also means this is not the first foyer disaster he's seen in the months he's been here. That's what stone floors are for. He's unfazed.]
[By that part, anyway. The sight of Steve in his socks in the entrance to the effusive main floor is ridiculous enough that he's having to make a concerted effort to keep a straight face. This becomes a lot more difficult when Steve just . . . keeps talking.]
[He lifts his hand up to cover his mouth, fingers crooked over his lips as though he's in very deep thought about something that isn't stifling his own laughter. Not even at anything in particular, just the absurdity of the whole situation, and the bluntness, and it's awkward and stupid, and he just—]
[He's not laughing. He absolutely isn't. He sets his shoulders back, clears his throat, and does something . . . frankly remarkable.]
That depends. Do you mind staying a while, or were you hoping to hand it over and then flee?
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[By that part, anyway. The sight of Steve in his socks in the entrance to the effusive main floor is ridiculous enough that he's having to make a concerted effort to keep a straight face. This becomes a lot more difficult when Steve just . . . keeps talking.]
[He lifts his hand up to cover his mouth, fingers crooked over his lips as though he's in very deep thought about something that isn't stifling his own laughter. Not even at anything in particular, just the absurdity of the whole situation, and the bluntness, and it's awkward and stupid, and he just—]
[He's not laughing. He absolutely isn't. He sets his shoulders back, clears his throat, and does something . . . frankly remarkable.]
That depends. Do you mind staying a while, or were you hoping to hand it over and then flee?
[Abandoning The Plan? This far in? Seems fake.]