[Ah. He's been whapped. Giorno is serious about this. Fugo takes the envelope with a bemused look on his face, testing the weight of it as he turns it over in his hands.]
This is going to take a while even for me, you know. [He slides one finer under the seam and makes as neat of a tear as he can without a letter opener and pulls out the packet of paper Giorno managed to cram in there.] How did you even get this to seal?
[But, okay. The sooner he reads whatever-this-is, the sooner they can get back to... wait. Wasn't all of that kissing and sweetness a distraction from the rest of the date Giorno had planned? Hopefully Fugo hasn't put them off-schedule.
-- right, right, he needs to read this and stop being distracted by tangents.]
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This is going to take a while even for me, you know. [He slides one finer under the seam and makes as neat of a tear as he can without a letter opener and pulls out the packet of paper Giorno managed to cram in there.] How did you even get this to seal?
[But, okay. The sooner he reads whatever-this-is, the sooner they can get back to... wait. Wasn't all of that kissing and sweetness a distraction from the rest of the date Giorno had planned? Hopefully Fugo hasn't put them off-schedule.
-- right, right, he needs to read this and stop being distracted by tangents.]