I can't believe you've lasted this long living in a place without laws to break. Life's too short to live playing by the rules.
[Fugo's door gives way without any resistance, mostly because it was half-open to begin with. Fugo is sitting at his desk curled over a book, chin resting in one hand while the other takes neat notes, opened to math so complicated that it'd probably make Narancia cry. There's an empty mug that presumably used to be tea by his elbow.]
Buon-- [His voice is small, raspy, and barely audible. Fugo cuts himself short and reaches to massage his throat, looking both frustrated and confused. Why isn't it getting better? He's been drinking warm things all day, even though it's the middle of the summer and hot. With an irritated sigh, he reaches for his notes and flips to a fresh page to quickly write something. When the message is written, he holds it out for Giorno and Gold Experience to see.]
Buon Giorno! Not so much agony. Just sore. But my voice has been going out. Sorry, I thought it would be better by now.
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[Fugo's door gives way without any resistance, mostly because it was half-open to begin with. Fugo is sitting at his desk curled over a book, chin resting in one hand while the other takes neat notes, opened to math so complicated that it'd probably make Narancia cry. There's an empty mug that presumably used to be tea by his elbow.]
Buon-- [His voice is small, raspy, and barely audible. Fugo cuts himself short and reaches to massage his throat, looking both frustrated and confused. Why isn't it getting better? He's been drinking warm things all day, even though it's the middle of the summer and hot. With an irritated sigh, he reaches for his notes and flips to a fresh page to quickly write something. When the message is written, he holds it out for Giorno and Gold Experience to see.]
Not so much agony. Just sore. But my voice has been going out.
Sorry, I thought it would be better by now.