One hopes. But I am told that English is a bit harder to learn than than other languages. So really, I've the easier job, when I think on it.
[She smiles cheerily. While she is tired, Erina isn't sure if it is still gentlemanly for a man to get the luggage or if she must. But with his offer, she might as well take advantage of it where she can.
Her luggage isn't slow to arrive, but it isn't quick, either. Instead it sits between someone's garishly stamped fake designer luggage, and what appears to be a smaller, child-sized piece decorated with little frogs and a bright yellow handle. It is neither too large nor too small, and bears a lock. Just in case.]
It's blue, with white spots, Mr. Fugo. I'd be grateful if you would. You'll be happy to know it isn't a trunk.
[Fugo squints at the carousel, hunting for Erina's luggage. When he spots it, he slips into the crowd to meet it, sharply glaring at some poor businessman who tries to push his way in front of him. He passes by, without thinking much of it, a young woman talking on a cellphone loosely holding the hand of her fidgety, restless daughter.
"Mom! There it is! Mom! We're going to miss it!" Frustrated by her mother's lack of response, the girl tugs her hand free and darts off to try and catch her suitcase. It's tightly packed around the carousel, with no one willing to make way for a child, despite her protests, that isn't their responsibility.
When she makes her way to Fugo, there's a short exchange that Erina is too far to hear-- but from the way the girl points, frantically, at her soon-to-disappear luggage, he reaches out to pull it off of the conveyer belt for her. The girl beams. Fugo says something else, single finger held up in a chastising gesture, to which the girl stubbornly blows a raspberry in reply before she turns to march proudly back to her mother.]
[Of course, in all this fuss, Fugo has missed Erina's luggage on the first pass. He has to wait, arms folded across his chest and fingers tapping impatiently on his arm, for it to come around again before he can retrieve it and bring it back to Erina.]
Sorry for the delay. The crowd was thick. Are you hungry? If you'd like something to eat, I can arrange to pick something up along the way to Giorno's.
[Erina smiles at his exchange with the child. It did irk her somewhat that her mother ignored her, but that was the nature of parenthood sometimes. She tried not to think of her own current absence in regards to George.
She chuckled as he came back with her luggage.]
There's not a thing to apologize for. Retrieving that little girl's luggage was very kind of you, and well worth waiting a bit longer. Though, I'm not hungry. It can certainly wait until later.
[After all, she usually had something light to eat around teatime, and the small meal provided in-flight had taken care of that.]
[Again, Fugo's jaw tightens and his shoulders tighten up. Although he understands that, most likely, Erina is just trying to be friendly-- it bothers him. He doesn't want her to get to know him. It's not necessary.]
No. I intervened because she was making a scene. It's not appropriate for a kid like that to run off on her own.
[Which is, really, why he helped. When he says it's not appropriate what he means is it's not safe. The simplest solution to the issue was to get the girl's luggage and send her back to her mother's side, as quickly as possible.]
[Clearly, Erina decides, she will need to tell Giorno about this little moment of kindness. It was less the child's fault than the distracted mother's. George would always be close by, between the watchful eyes of herself, Speedwagon, and his nanny.
She heaves a soft sigh at the thought. It was hard to push her thoughts away from her son at times, but she managed and looked at Fugo. Once they were outside and near the car, Erina looked at Fugo again.]
I apologize; I seem to constantly be making missteps in your regard. Though, I do enjoy your company - brief as it often is.
[As they walk together, Fugo doesn't make any further conversation. He tries to keep his thoughts focused on what's in front of him: navigating the airport, getting Erina to the car, ensuring she makes it back safely back to Giorno's side. He's been entrusted with this task, even though it doesn't suit him, so it's his responsibility to see it through to the best of his abilities. As they walk to the waiting car, her words make his grip tighten on his suitcase.]
It's fine. You don't need to apologize to me. [He turns his face to the side, as if he's on the lookout for something or someone suspicious-- but really, he doesn't want to look her in the eye. What he's going to say next, although necessary for her to understand the distance between himself and the others, makes him feel vulnerable to admit.] But what you're looking for, you're better off reaching out to Mista and Trish. Just leave me out of it. That's all.
[That much is obvious. He doesn't understand it and doesn't think he ever will, but it would be stupid to ignore the evidence in front of his eyes. Giorno's ability to read others just can't be beaten; if Erina was lying about her intentions, or even just dishonest, Giorno would not have let her get this close. It's as simple as that.]
If you want to get to know his friends, Mista and Trish are your best options. They're the two people closest to him and better company. That's all I meant.
[By this point, they've made it to the car. Rather than answer Erina's question, Fugo reaches for the rear passenger side door to hold it open for her. His movements are stiff, but his expression is at least calm.]
Presume whatever you like. I'm not going to answer any personal questions. If you aren't hungry, we'll be returning directly to Giorno's residence.
[What an odd response to a yes or no questions. Still, Erina decides not to hold it against him. Perhaps he really is simply the help here. Though that seems to not line up with the way others talk about him.
Well, for now, she will not pry. She slides into the back seat with a very polite thank you.]
That sounds wonderful. Please do not be alarmed if I doze off here; it was a very long flight.
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[She smiles cheerily. While she is tired, Erina isn't sure if it is still gentlemanly for a man to get the luggage or if she must. But with his offer, she might as well take advantage of it where she can.
Her luggage isn't slow to arrive, but it isn't quick, either. Instead it sits between someone's garishly stamped fake designer luggage, and what appears to be a smaller, child-sized piece decorated with little frogs and a bright yellow handle. It is neither too large nor too small, and bears a lock. Just in case.]
It's blue, with white spots, Mr. Fugo. I'd be grateful if you would. You'll be happy to know it isn't a trunk.
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[Fugo squints at the carousel, hunting for Erina's luggage. When he spots it, he slips into the crowd to meet it, sharply glaring at some poor businessman who tries to push his way in front of him. He passes by, without thinking much of it, a young woman talking on a cellphone loosely holding the hand of her fidgety, restless daughter.
"Mom! There it is! Mom! We're going to miss it!" Frustrated by her mother's lack of response, the girl tugs her hand free and darts off to try and catch her suitcase. It's tightly packed around the carousel, with no one willing to make way for a child, despite her protests, that isn't their responsibility.
When she makes her way to Fugo, there's a short exchange that Erina is too far to hear-- but from the way the girl points, frantically, at her soon-to-disappear luggage, he reaches out to pull it off of the conveyer belt for her. The girl beams. Fugo says something else, single finger held up in a chastising gesture, to which the girl stubbornly blows a raspberry in reply before she turns to march proudly back to her mother.]
[Of course, in all this fuss, Fugo has missed Erina's luggage on the first pass. He has to wait, arms folded across his chest and fingers tapping impatiently on his arm, for it to come around again before he can retrieve it and bring it back to Erina.]
Sorry for the delay. The crowd was thick. Are you hungry? If you'd like something to eat, I can arrange to pick something up along the way to Giorno's.
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She chuckled as he came back with her luggage.]
There's not a thing to apologize for. Retrieving that little girl's luggage was very kind of you, and well worth waiting a bit longer. Though, I'm not hungry. It can certainly wait until later.
[After all, she usually had something light to eat around teatime, and the small meal provided in-flight had taken care of that.]
Do you like children, Mr. Fugo?
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No. I intervened because she was making a scene. It's not appropriate for a kid like that to run off on her own.
[Which is, really, why he helped. When he says it's not appropriate what he means is it's not safe. The simplest solution to the issue was to get the girl's luggage and send her back to her mother's side, as quickly as possible.]
This way, please.
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Yes, of course. Lead the way.
[Clearly, Erina decides, she will need to tell Giorno about this little moment of kindness. It was less the child's fault than the distracted mother's. George would always be close by, between the watchful eyes of herself, Speedwagon, and his nanny.
She heaves a soft sigh at the thought. It was hard to push her thoughts away from her son at times, but she managed and looked at Fugo. Once they were outside and near the car, Erina looked at Fugo again.]
I apologize; I seem to constantly be making missteps in your regard. Though, I do enjoy your company - brief as it often is.
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It's fine. You don't need to apologize to me. [He turns his face to the side, as if he's on the lookout for something or someone suspicious-- but really, he doesn't want to look her in the eye. What he's going to say next, although necessary for her to understand the distance between himself and the others, makes him feel vulnerable to admit.] But what you're looking for, you're better off reaching out to Mista and Trish. Just leave me out of it. That's all.
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[She raises an eyebrow at Fugo's barrier, then frowns slightly.]
What do you believe I am looking for, Mr. Fugo?
[She doesn't wish to press the issue, not really, but something about it sets her gears to grinding.]
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[That much is obvious. He doesn't understand it and doesn't think he ever will, but it would be stupid to ignore the evidence in front of his eyes. Giorno's ability to read others just can't be beaten; if Erina was lying about her intentions, or even just dishonest, Giorno would not have let her get this close. It's as simple as that.]
If you want to get to know his friends, Mista and Trish are your best options. They're the two people closest to him and better company. That's all I meant.
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[She chalked most of that to them being Italians, honestly. Things were much more staid and slow (and significantly less noisy) in her time.]
But you are a little more what I am used to in conversation, Mr. Fugo. Admittedly, you do not talk much.
[And specifically, Erina tends to speak when spoken to, content to listen to others chatter away.]
I presume you do not think of yourself as Giorno's friend, then?
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Presume whatever you like. I'm not going to answer any personal questions. If you aren't hungry, we'll be returning directly to Giorno's residence.
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Well, for now, she will not pry. She slides into the back seat with a very polite thank you.]
That sounds wonderful. Please do not be alarmed if I doze off here; it was a very long flight.