[In real physical life, Fugo reads Giorno's message, mutters Jesus Christ, and goes a deep violet from the tips of his ears and down the back of his neck. Thankfully, his hands are busy with a thread and needle, so he has minimal temptation to send Giorno something along the lines of what the hell??????
That would not be helpful in the situation. Because as absolutely mortifying as it is to receive this message, both for himself and for Riley, it's immediately distinct from the ways Giorno goes out of his way to tease and fluster him for sport. No, this message is sincere. Painfully so. He can easily see Giorno's train of thought, how it began with Riley and ends with him.
He just ... needs a minute. To not let the startled garbage in his brain spill out onto the screen via his fingers. Eventually, he jabs his needle into a pincushion and attempts to make sense of this conversation that he's having.]
I'm glad your survival instincts are strong when it comes to Trish, but you might want to keep that sort of thing in mind for Riley too. Given that this is a subject that she's sensitive about and finds embarrassing to discuss, even with someone she trusts as much as she trusts you, I'm not sure she would appreciate you sharing that with me.
To answer your question, so you don't have to worry, I have not had changes of that nature as an arachne (beyond the obvious changes to my skin and blood color). Which is honestly a relief, as pedipalps sound like a tremendous pain in the ass to deal with when paired with human anatomy. It probably would be different if I was a "drider" arachne but, you know, whatever. Many things would be different in that scenario.
As for how I feel about my physical changes in general... I don't know. That's harder to pin down. They're uncomfortable and annoying, I guess? I'm sick of all this purple? But I think you know those things already. And that's just part and parcel of living in a physical body anyway. So I haven't really given it much thought.
< Eb7#9 > fortunately (?) he is back to being spooder. so his self-control/patience is back to Max
[In real physical life, Fugo reads Giorno's message, mutters Jesus Christ, and goes a deep violet from the tips of his ears and down the back of his neck. Thankfully, his hands are busy with a thread and needle, so he has minimal temptation to send Giorno something along the lines of what the hell??????
That would not be helpful in the situation. Because as absolutely mortifying as it is to receive this message, both for himself and for Riley, it's immediately distinct from the ways Giorno goes out of his way to tease and fluster him for sport. No, this message is sincere. Painfully so. He can easily see Giorno's train of thought, how it began with Riley and ends with him.
He just ... needs a minute. To not let the startled garbage in his brain spill out onto the screen via his fingers. Eventually, he jabs his needle into a pincushion and attempts to make sense of this conversation that he's having.]
I'm glad your survival instincts are strong when it comes to Trish, but you might want to keep that sort of thing in mind for Riley too. Given that this is a subject that she's sensitive about and finds embarrassing to discuss, even with someone she trusts as much as she trusts you, I'm not sure she would appreciate you sharing that with me.
To answer your question, so you don't have to worry, I have not had changes of that nature as an arachne (beyond the obvious changes to my skin and blood color). Which is honestly a relief, as pedipalps sound like a tremendous pain in the ass to deal with when paired with human anatomy. It probably would be different if I was a "drider" arachne but, you know, whatever. Many things would be different in that scenario.
As for how I feel about my physical changes in general... I don't know. That's harder to pin down. They're uncomfortable and annoying, I guess? I'm sick of all this purple? But I think you know those things already. And that's just part and parcel of living in a physical body anyway. So I haven't really given it much thought.