[When Giorno Giovanna enters the room, you can feel it. He just has this energy about him that catches the eye; a certain magnetism that catches and then holds the attention of anyone in front of him. Not tonight. Tonight, Giorno shifts quietly into the room and folds himself up tight. For all his creeping and twisting roots, he takes up very little space on the bed.]
Yes, I do. She's your friend. She ties her hair back with a ribbon. I last spoke to her at that Halloween party.
[Normally a harpy, occasionally a tiger-based manticore. When they first met on the beach, the second time he washed up on Ryslig's shore, she was missing a wing. Fugo has seen her in passing a few times since, enough to know that she and Trish have hit it off and that she and Giorno are close. No, it's more than that: Riley Williams is one of Giorno's people. He trusts her, in a way that he trusts no one else. Usually, when Riley's involved, there's a smile tugging at the corner of Giorno's mouth.
But not tonight. Tonight, Giorno's face is as smooth and still as a sheet of glass. As a mirror. And the vine on his back have wound tight in on themselves, deceptively small.]
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Yes, I do. She's your friend. She ties her hair back with a ribbon. I last spoke to her at that Halloween party.
[Normally a harpy, occasionally a tiger-based manticore. When they first met on the beach, the second time he washed up on Ryslig's shore, she was missing a wing. Fugo has seen her in passing a few times since, enough to know that she and Trish have hit it off and that she and Giorno are close. No, it's more than that: Riley Williams is one of Giorno's people. He trusts her, in a way that he trusts no one else. Usually, when Riley's involved, there's a smile tugging at the corner of Giorno's mouth.
But not tonight. Tonight, Giorno's face is as smooth and still as a sheet of glass. As a mirror. And the vine on his back have wound tight in on themselves, deceptively small.]