["Our" network. It's strange how such a simple turn of phrase leaves him feeling so wrong-footed. It's not necessarily wrong. He might have turned his back on Bucciarati and Passione in Venice by running away to hide in Milan-- but Giorno brought him back. Giorno wanted him to be a part of his new Passione. It's that hope for the future that has allowed him to make connections here in Ryslig with Giorno and Trish, who are nearly half a year away from his return.]
Businesses seem to come and go very quickly. It makes research a little difficult.
[You know. What with the monthly mass murder and all. Giorno has made good connections with other Monsters, but it's a far cry from the vast root-system, which starts on the streets and reaches all the way to the top, that supports Passione. It's not just a matter of starting from scratch: it's that they have to build something new from scratch.
Fugo follows Bucciarati to the kitchen, quiet, tense, and gloomy. He isn't looking forward to this conversation, although he's well aware of how necessary it will be moving forward. It's important that they're on the same page. He means to get his own glass of water, but Bucciarati is quicker. So he winds up taking a seat on the counter, notebook perfectly centered and perfectly straight in front of him. His posture is stiff, but not totally unfamiliar; it's the way he used to hold himself when they first met. Perfect, poised, still.]
We're going to talk about Venice. [Bucciarati isn't the only one who can just ... bluntly get into it. He reaches up and sharply brushes his hair out of his eyes. Other than this movement, he doesn't fidget. This is also out of place. It's been a long time since Fugo bothered to hide his nervous fidgeting from Bucciarati.] Or was there something else that you wanted to discuss?
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Businesses seem to come and go very quickly. It makes research a little difficult.
[You know. What with the monthly mass murder and all. Giorno has made good connections with other Monsters, but it's a far cry from the vast root-system, which starts on the streets and reaches all the way to the top, that supports Passione. It's not just a matter of starting from scratch: it's that they have to build something new from scratch.
Fugo follows Bucciarati to the kitchen, quiet, tense, and gloomy. He isn't looking forward to this conversation, although he's well aware of how necessary it will be moving forward. It's important that they're on the same page. He means to get his own glass of water, but Bucciarati is quicker. So he winds up taking a seat on the counter, notebook perfectly centered and perfectly straight in front of him. His posture is stiff, but not totally unfamiliar; it's the way he used to hold himself when they first met. Perfect, poised, still.]
We're going to talk about Venice. [Bucciarati isn't the only one who can just ... bluntly get into it. He reaches up and sharply brushes his hair out of his eyes. Other than this movement, he doesn't fidget. This is also out of place. It's been a long time since Fugo bothered to hide his nervous fidgeting from Bucciarati.] Or was there something else that you wanted to discuss?