[ Riley, in turn, doesn't know Abbacchio, but she recalls Giorno's description. A man who'd been on the outskirts of the Nattenfest celebrations, one she's glimpsed looking dour and cranky. He's the guy who hates Giorno. Who got killed, because of something Giorno did. Who Giorno can't figure out, who left him a present.
It's honestly been shocking even seeing him here, but the kids have kept her thoroughly distracted to do nothing more than dimly note well that's fucking weird.
Abbacchio approaching her, therefore, when she's catching her breath during a quiet moment, is when it all crystalizes in her head, actively, how strange it is that this man is here, that he is talking to her. The surprise shows in her face, and in the excruciating three seconds of pause before she finds her voice again. ]
Ohh, uh— no, I'm not allowed to have coffee anymore, I think I'd explode. [ Her feathers twitch as even with those three seconds, she's sure that's not the best response she could've given. She's so frazzled, it doesn't even feel like that much to worry about. ]
I mean. You don't have to get me anything, uh...sir.
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It's honestly been shocking even seeing him here, but the kids have kept her thoroughly distracted to do nothing more than dimly note well that's fucking weird.
Abbacchio approaching her, therefore, when she's catching her breath during a quiet moment, is when it all crystalizes in her head, actively, how strange it is that this man is here, that he is talking to her. The surprise shows in her face, and in the excruciating three seconds of pause before she finds her voice again. ]
Ohh, uh— no, I'm not allowed to have coffee anymore, I think I'd explode. [ Her feathers twitch as even with those three seconds, she's sure that's not the best response she could've given. She's so frazzled, it doesn't even feel like that much to worry about. ]
I mean. You don't have to get me anything, uh...sir.