[When Riley startles, Fugo's shoulders jump. The long legs on his back twitch and shift, as if they need to find their footing again, even though he has them held up and above the snow. Where she puffs up, he tightens.]
Yeah, it has.
[Been a month, since they've seen each other. A lot has happened. His head almost feels too full with it, thoughts churning and sloshing about in his skull, as he works to keep everything-- organized. Managed. He can do it; he has to do it. It's something he has become very good at. There's a long moment where Fugo hesitates between November was shit and I think I'm finally finished growing extra body parts, neither of which seem right, and Riley seems to be lost in her own head.]
Would you like to come in?
[Riley must be here for Giorno. But she's been out here for a long while. She must be cold. It wouldn't hurt for her to come in and get warmed up, before she flies out to his tree.]
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Yeah, it has.
[Been a month, since they've seen each other. A lot has happened. His head almost feels too full with it, thoughts churning and sloshing about in his skull, as he works to keep everything-- organized. Managed. He can do it; he has to do it. It's something he has become very good at. There's a long moment where Fugo hesitates between November was shit and I think I'm finally finished growing extra body parts, neither of which seem right, and Riley seems to be lost in her own head.]
Would you like to come in?
[Riley must be here for Giorno. But she's been out here for a long while. She must be cold. It wouldn't hurt for her to come in and get warmed up, before she flies out to his tree.]