[From the way Fugo's shoulders draw together and the flustered look on his face, that was not the response he was expecting from Giorno. Oh, no. Giorno's ... calling him on it. Giorno is doing exactly what he asked, except immediately and with the prior knowledge that Fugo doesn't have anywhere he needs to be. His afternoon is completely free for whatever nonsense Giorno would like to get up to, as long as it doesn't involve going outside. Fugo's eyes dart restlessly around the room again, from Giorno to Gold Experience to--
Oh, thank God. There's a distraction that not even Giorno will be able to turn down. His shoulders lose most of their tension as he pens a very important reminder.]
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Oh, thank God. There's a distraction that not even Giorno will be able to turn down. His shoulders lose most of their tension as he pens a very important reminder.]
Weren't we supposed to eat lunch together?