[ Fortunately for Riley, she's familiar with keeping up with people with longer legs, longer gaits. Giorno seems to have no interest in stopping, and his frank but almost lackadaisical way of interacting baffles her too much to try and insist staying in the foyer is fine, please just wait, she just wants to give him the parcel—
But once again she's stopped in her tracks and this time her thoughts as well, slowing in chasing after Giorno to just take everything in, turning on heel in a circle to get a look at everything she can. Has she ever been somewhere this green? There are so many trees, plants — is this really inside? Isn't it cold outside, snowing? Isn't it winter?
By the time she reaches the pond, she's dumbfounded. ]
You really just...live here, in a...freaking deluxe greenhouse.
[ Yes, she plops down onto the bench, giving him a nice amount of personal space, and yes, she takes the glass of water, she very well may need it. ]
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But once again she's stopped in her tracks and this time her thoughts as well, slowing in chasing after Giorno to just take everything in, turning on heel in a circle to get a look at everything she can. Has she ever been somewhere this green? There are so many trees, plants — is this really inside? Isn't it cold outside, snowing? Isn't it winter?
By the time she reaches the pond, she's dumbfounded. ]
You really just...live here, in a...freaking deluxe greenhouse.
[ Yes, she plops down onto the bench, giving him a nice amount of personal space, and yes, she takes the glass of water, she very well may need it. ]
How do you keep it all growing?