[And, as ... described? Ranted? Fugo can be found in one of his bedroom doors, the one facing the main hall, slumped down to the floor. He's a sullen, exhausted lump of a teenager, stuck under a cheerful sprig of mistletoe helpfully provided and kept fresh by Gold Experience.]
I'm fine. [Fugo bristles then ... softens, because as annoyed as he is about the whole situation he knows it's not fair to direct it at Kakyoin, and reaches up for the coffee. Whatever happens, he is apparently not getting up from the floor until he's had some coffee. He blows on the drink and, before taking a sip, amends his statement over the rim:] I'm just tired. And stuck.
I am always going to have trouble sleeping. [Strangely enough, there's not as much bitterness in that statement as one would expect. He's just gotten used to it.] I remember things too well. They keep coming back when I try to sleep. It's just a pain in the ass, especially with Purple Haze.
[Fugo shrugs, his shoulders scrunching up against the doorframe.]
It's just something I have to live around. I've gotten used to it, so it's fine. [Rule number one: don't stay in closed spaces. Rule number two: don't stay in dark spaces. Rule number three: he can never let his guard down, ever. He looks down at his coffee, then back up at Kakyoin.] ... has it gotten better for you?
...A little. But it's taken this long for even that much, not that I expected it to be easy.
[Adjusting his glasses, Kakyoin took a slow breath and leaned his head back against the wall.]
Today's the fifteenth, right? I think around this time we were... [He trailed off and frowned, trying to place something.] ...either in or on our way to India. It's hard to keep track, after a while.
[What a shitty time of year. It's cold out, there's snow everywhere, and it's one of those months where everything went to hell.]
I... think so. [Fugo peers over his shoulder and squints into his bedroom at his calendar on the wall.] Yes.
[After a sip of coffee, he admits:] Three weeks before I came here, Giorno found where I was hiding in Milan. [He looks down at the drink, fingers idly cinching around his cup.] Well. Knowing him, he'd known where I was for a long time. But it was October when Mista told me that to prove I wasn't their enemy, I had to kill someone who was.
It's all over and done with. But I keep dreaming about it. [About Sicily and whatever other garbage his head can think of to drag up that's better left forgotten.] ... I guess I've been hoping that now that it's winter and I'm done catching up that they would stop.
It'll take longer than that, I'm afraid. [He offered Fugo a sympathetic smile.] But I think that you'll be alright. Most of this house seems to stumble its way into getting by sooner or later.
[Kakyoin shrugged, adjusting his glasses.]
...I haven't really stopped having nightmares, but they're much less frequent than they were when I first came here myself.
I suppose that's reassuring to know. [In an abstract, far-off sort of way; somewhere in the future, he might stop having bad dreams as much.] Mine seem to come and go. They'll be bad, then get better, then loop back to bad again. It's stupid.
[Fugo shrugs. It happens is what he means, because ... well, when two people have something in common it's bound to come up sooner or later. Even if it's unhappy.]
Thanks for coming up to sit with me. And bringing me coffee. [Briefly, he glowers.] I'm going to kick his ass. I can't believe he just left. He knew I'd be stuck without him.
[This threat maybe does not as much potency as similar ones levied at Polnareff. Mostly because Fugo knows he's very bad at staying angry long enough with Giorno to make good on them.]
[Oh. Oh, no. Oh no. An anxious knot twists in Fugo's stomach as he watches the look on Kakyoin's face drift from confused to contemplative to entirely too much thought to dawning comprehension, shock, and--]
Don't laugh! [Fugo blurts, the tips of his ears bright red as he abruptly sets his cup of coffee down on the floor hard enough that the liquid nearly sloshes over the rim. He then makes a valiant attempt to escape by scooting back into his bedroom, which is sadly foiled by the plant hanging on his door frame and his back hits an invisible wall.] Don't laugh, it isn't funny!
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[fugo oh my god are you OKAY]
I'll be right there with coffee. Just a minute.
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[And, as ... described? Ranted? Fugo can be found in one of his bedroom doors, the one facing the main hall, slumped down to the floor. He's a sullen, exhausted lump of a teenager, stuck under a cheerful sprig of mistletoe helpfully provided and kept fresh by Gold Experience.]
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[Hell of a scene, that.]
...Are you alright?
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You're still having trouble sleeping?
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I understand, I think. It must be difficult.
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It's just something I have to live around. I've gotten used to it, so it's fine. [Rule number one: don't stay in closed spaces. Rule number two: don't stay in dark spaces. Rule number three: he can never let his guard down, ever. He looks down at his coffee, then back up at Kakyoin.] ... has it gotten better for you?
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[Adjusting his glasses, Kakyoin took a slow breath and leaned his head back against the wall.]
Today's the fifteenth, right? I think around this time we were... [He trailed off and frowned, trying to place something.] ...either in or on our way to India. It's hard to keep track, after a while.
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I... think so. [Fugo peers over his shoulder and squints into his bedroom at his calendar on the wall.] Yes.
[After a sip of coffee, he admits:] Three weeks before I came here, Giorno found where I was hiding in Milan. [He looks down at the drink, fingers idly cinching around his cup.] Well. Knowing him, he'd known where I was for a long time. But it was October when Mista told me that to prove I wasn't their enemy, I had to kill someone who was.
It's all over and done with. But I keep dreaming about it. [About Sicily and whatever other garbage his head can think of to drag up that's better left forgotten.] ... I guess I've been hoping that now that it's winter and I'm done catching up that they would stop.
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[Kakyoin shrugged, adjusting his glasses.]
...I haven't really stopped having nightmares, but they're much less frequent than they were when I first came here myself.
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Sorry. I didn't mean to have you listen to me get on this subject while you're stuck here.
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Thanks for coming up to sit with me. And bringing me coffee. [Briefly, he glowers.] I'm going to kick his ass. I can't believe he just left. He knew I'd be stuck without him.
[This threat maybe does not as much potency as similar ones levied at Polnareff. Mostly because Fugo knows he's very bad at staying angry long enough with Giorno to make good on them.]
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[he's entirely serious and also correct.]
Why did he go to all this trouble, anyway?
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It's Giorno. He's fickle and capricious. He doesn't need a reason to be a menace. Besides, he's been hanging mistletoe everywhere.
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[if giorno only put magic cursed mistletoe over fugo's door therefore basically leaving him at giorno's mercy...]
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done
[Excuse him while he looks to Fugo, up to the mistletoe, then back and quickly muffling a laugh behind his hand.]
[ohhhhhh my god giorno you weird little kid]
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Don't laugh! [Fugo blurts, the tips of his ears bright red as he abruptly sets his cup of coffee down on the floor hard enough that the liquid nearly sloshes over the rim. He then makes a valiant attempt to escape by scooting back into his bedroom, which is sadly foiled by the plant hanging on his door frame and his back hits an invisible wall.] Don't laugh, it isn't funny!
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