[ Your pick, he says, and Riley's lips twitch slightly. The harpy in her itches to grab something or someone in her talons. It wants to rip into someone, like she'd done in the dream world—
Her feathers ruffle slightly at the thought of all of that. There's so much she barely let herself think about. Now, weeks have passed and she hasn't processed any of it. Normally she'd just push it all down, but...
Blissfully, Giorno provides another distraction in the form of the wallet. As she almost absentmindedly takes his arm, she lowers her voice. ]
Did...that guy really drop his wallet?
[ The food question's going unanswered, at least for the moment. ]
honestly who the FUCK can process the passage of time
Her feathers ruffle slightly at the thought of all of that. There's so much she barely let herself think about. Now, weeks have passed and she hasn't processed any of it. Normally she'd just push it all down, but...
Blissfully, Giorno provides another distraction in the form of the wallet. As she almost absentmindedly takes his arm, she lowers her voice. ]
Did...that guy really drop his wallet?
[ The food question's going unanswered, at least for the moment. ]