[Ah. That's right. Giorno would get it. Or, well-- not get it, in this case. Fugo idly moves his spoon around the glass, fishing out another bite of his snack.]
Do you? [He takes his bite and then, after a moment of reflection around marscapone, adds on:] Understand it now. Or better. Even with Mista giving his own director's commentary on it, I'm not sure I do.
no subject
Do you? [He takes his bite and then, after a moment of reflection around marscapone, adds on:] Understand it now. Or better. Even with Mista giving his own director's commentary on it, I'm not sure I do.