[ While Giorno has his whole thought process, Steve spends a moment taking everything other than him in with unmasked judgment: the warps in the walls that truly serve no purpose besides making him wonder if he's drunk, the bubbles of multi-colored glass that are probably the most agreeable part of it all, and the walkways that look like paths through a garden mostly because that's legitimately what they are.
When he pries his eyes from their frankly cartoonish surroundings to look back at his host, his tone is gently ribbing. ]
You know, I have pretty good hearing.
[ Not to say that Giorno's careful maneuver let any laughter slip through, but the image of him with a hand placed over his mouth just so invites suspicion. Maybe once upon a time that isn't this one, he wasn't so successful. Steve carries on to give the place one more quick look-see, and his opinion hasn't changed: ]
Honestly, this room is so weird, I think I need to see the rest.
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When he pries his eyes from their frankly cartoonish surroundings to look back at his host, his tone is gently ribbing. ]
You know, I have pretty good hearing.
[ Not to say that Giorno's careful maneuver let any laughter slip through, but the image of him with a hand placed over his mouth just so invites suspicion. Maybe once upon a time that isn't this one, he wasn't so successful. Steve carries on to give the place one more quick look-see, and his opinion hasn't changed: ]
Honestly, this room is so weird, I think I need to see the rest.