[It's unlikely, no matter how difficult to read he can sometimes be, that Fugo gave absolutely nothing away during this interaction. The newest arrival has sent shockwaves through the whole house, so at the very least he must have seemed uneasy. If Riley noticed. There's no guarantee that she did.]
[But if she did, it might perhaps explain why there's such a delay in responding. For a few moments after she speaks, there's the winter equivalent of crickets: the barely-audible squeaking of a tiny bat, clinging carefully to the trunk of the tree just under a low branch. Then the squeaking settles into a mumbling sort of displeasure, before something at around head-height makes a noise like snap! and Giorno reforms in the cradle of the tree, sneezing several times in uncomfortable pique.]
[Needless to say, he looks like absolute hell. Dead on his feet. Or just, you know, dead, considering. His ears, massive and intricately ridged, press back against his skull as red eyes peer down at her through the dim light.]
Riley?
[God, he's so tired. Does being dead always make you this tired? What is she doing here? Can't they do this when he's less fucking tired?]
[Ugh, whatever. He waves a hand, rolling over onto his back to stare at the canopy of his tree.]
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[But if she did, it might perhaps explain why there's such a delay in responding. For a few moments after she speaks, there's the winter equivalent of crickets: the barely-audible squeaking of a tiny bat, clinging carefully to the trunk of the tree just under a low branch. Then the squeaking settles into a mumbling sort of displeasure, before something at around head-height makes a noise like snap! and Giorno reforms in the cradle of the tree, sneezing several times in uncomfortable pique.]
[Needless to say, he looks like absolute hell. Dead on his feet. Or just, you know, dead, considering. His ears, massive and intricately ridged, press back against his skull as red eyes peer down at her through the dim light.]
Riley?
[God, he's so tired. Does being dead always make you this tired? What is she doing here? Can't they do this when he's less fucking tired?]
[Ugh, whatever. He waves a hand, rolling over onto his back to stare at the canopy of his tree.]
Fine. Just come up, would you?