[After having gotten a meet up with Giorno coordinated— look at them, making plans like real friends— at a time Souda can actually walk around freely, Souda's bright and excited to see his flowery pal. The visit, they both know, is more of a drop-off; Giorno accompanying Souda on his leisurely walk from the arcade and garage to wherever Makoto happens to be working that day as it coincides with the walk for Giorno back to his own place. It's a walk they've made before, and it's one Souda always looks forward to when he's anticipating it.
This time Souda isn't even aiming to talk about the last month's craziness; as much as he anticipates weird things will happen in Ryslig, bizzare time-regression stuff wasn't really on his list of expectations. But when he catches sight of Giorno, Souda is struck with a thought.
He'd known little Haruno seemed familiar, but he'd previously connected the budding boy with the Haruno he'd met in that other Ryslig (a Ryslig that Souda knows full well others reject, but the friendships he'd made there— they were too real to him to forget) and no one else. Giorno's flowers are recognisable though, the way they bloom from his skin and crown his head like a halo.
Souda's look of surprise upon seeing Giorno very quickly turns into a smile, however, scaley mouth pulling back past those crocodilian teeth.]
Well look at that, we meet again.
[He wastes no time striding up to his friend and gently shoving his shoulder with scaled knuckles.]
A Reasonable Few Days after the kid event, after sunset
This time Souda isn't even aiming to talk about the last month's craziness; as much as he anticipates weird things will happen in Ryslig, bizzare time-regression stuff wasn't really on his list of expectations. But when he catches sight of Giorno, Souda is struck with a thought.
He'd known little Haruno seemed familiar, but he'd previously connected the budding boy with the Haruno he'd met in that other Ryslig (a Ryslig that Souda knows full well others reject, but the friendships he'd made there— they were too real to him to forget) and no one else. Giorno's flowers are recognisable though, the way they bloom from his skin and crown his head like a halo.
Souda's look of surprise upon seeing Giorno very quickly turns into a smile, however, scaley mouth pulling back past those crocodilian teeth.]
Well look at that, we meet again.
[He wastes no time striding up to his friend and gently shoving his shoulder with scaled knuckles.]