[Giorno gives a small wave of his hand; it was Gold Experience who wanted it. Sort of, anyway. He wanted to say something, this sudden and inexplicable urge to push an idea across the divide of communication. The idea for writing it down was Giorno's, but the rest . . .]
[Anyway: Gold Experience takes both pen and paper in hand and sits down on the floor all the way, cross-legged, putting the paper on the floor in front of him and leaning over to write. His penmanship is terrible, wide and blocky and childish, but extremely precise, the pen bearing down hard on the paper. When he's done, he hands the paper up to Carlos expectantly.]
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[Anyway: Gold Experience takes both pen and paper in hand and sits down on the floor all the way, cross-legged, putting the paper on the floor in front of him and leaning over to write. His penmanship is terrible, wide and blocky and childish, but extremely precise, the pen bearing down hard on the paper. When he's done, he hands the paper up to Carlos expectantly.]
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