[Hey, now. Isn't this a little unfair? With nothing really holding it back in place, once ruffled, the longer pieces of Fugo's hair that he combs back fall right back over his face. And he can't really do the same to Giorno, since dismantling Giorno's hairdo is pretty obviously a two-hand endeavor--and Giorno has pretty obviously taken possession of one of his hands. He may never get it back form this weirdo who puts a lot of effort into curling, pinning, and tying his hair into rolls every morning. There's not much he can do but continue to pat Giorno's head--(once, twice, and a third time for good measure)--before smoothing down what's not been pulled into the rolls or his braid. His smile gives way to a stubborn little frown; but when he turns to write again, his expression smooths out.]
It's very annoying. Having the space to think about what I want to "say" is nice, in its own way, but the rest of this is very inconvenient.
As for your other points:
1) If that's the case, wouldn't you just be getting in trouble with me?
2) That was because we had just met. It would have been weird to treat you like Mista or Narancia right away. And I suppose I got the impression that you weren't comfortable with that sort of roughhousing.
[He briefly pauses, lifting up the pen to think; hadn't it taken him some time to get used to Narancia as well? Looking back on it, he can recall feeling confused and aggravated by how such a small person was able to take up so much space.]
As for now, or just in general it's--strange for me, sort of. It's always felt better to keep my distance, because of Purple Haze. But you're always reaching out to me. So, when I can, I want to try to reach for you. I keep thinking that it's going to be strange. And it is, a little, but only because I'm not used to it. So maybe it's strange that it isn't strange. I don't know. It's hard to put into words. None of these seem right.
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It's very annoying. Having the space to think about what I want to "say" is nice, in its own way, but the rest of this is very inconvenient.
As for your other points:
1) If that's the case, wouldn't you just be getting in trouble with me?
2) That was because we had just met. It would have been weird to treat you like Mista or Narancia right away. And I suppose I got the impression that you weren't comfortable with that sort of roughhousing.
[He briefly pauses, lifting up the pen to think; hadn't it taken him some time to get used to Narancia as well? Looking back on it, he can recall feeling confused and aggravated by how such a small person was able to take up so much space.]
As for now, or just in general it's--strange for me, sort of. It's always felt better to keep my distance, because of Purple Haze.
But you're always reaching out to me. So, when I can, I want to try to reach for you.
I keep thinking that it's going to be strange. And it is, a little, but only because I'm not used to it.
So maybe it's strange that it isn't strange. I don't know.
It's hard to put into words. None of these seem right.