[Fugo starts in Giorno's grasp, fingers briefly twitching tighter before relaxing. His surprise is written in broad strokes over his face, in his wide eyes and the way his mouth goes slack as he tries to say what and no sound comes out but the sharp click of his tongue on the roof of his mouth from the final consonant. He doesn't stop to think about his next note, which he writes quickly and (in comparison to his other notes) a little haphazardly.]
When? Why? How?
[He looks down at the message, briefly holds his hand up to his mouth, and then reaches down to scratch black out each word. His next note, although still hurried and reads a little flustered, is neater.]
Sorry you don't have to answer any of that I was just Surprised. I didn't expect you to say that.
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When?
Why?
How?
[He looks down at the message, briefly holds his hand up to his mouth, and then reaches down to scratch black out each word. His next note, although still hurried and reads a little flustered, is neater.]
Sorry you don't have to answer any of that I was just
Surprised. I didn't expect you to say that.