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[riproduzione]

Nah, honestly drinking coffee at this time isn't ideal anyway.

[ Drinking a full cup of coffee outside of breakfast time is a no, really; unless it's just a shot of espresso. Though, given how backwards his schedule is now, he's not really sure what actually constitutes "breakfast time" anymore.

Still, she looks a little less put out now. He can't really blame her for any initial misgivings, he's not exactly the picture of someone who might be friendly, less so when approaching teen girls who are complete strangers — of course, he doesn't know her actual reasoning for being curious about him. Heaving out a sigh he glances at her, looking her over briefly. She can't be much older than Trish, surely… She shouldn't even be here if he's honest — although if she's away from whatever the hell is being broadcast that can only be a plus. ]

This probably isn't how you figured you'd spend the evening, huh?

[isawallflower]

[ That is, honestly, why she asked. This guy has scales, a tail, some huge wings... She can take a wild guess at what kind of monster he is—she lives with a gargoyle, after all. She knows that Cairo needs some caffeine, definitely needed it during her adjustment period of becoming nocturnal. By virtue of knowing who this is, she knows how long he's been here, she knows his changes can't be that long ago.

But, he's been here for awhile today. Who knows what kind of schedule he's on. Especially since he's got the same former job as Giorno... At least, she assumes, with what she knows about what Giorno got up to.

In response to his question, she snorts out an awkward laugh, one that she only lets out because of how tired she is. ]

No. Not really. Not...to this extent. [ No monsters are going to get hurt... How stupid. It feels bad, to think of Maya's warning that way. But right now, she can't be anything but bitter, hurt. ] I'd do anything to...keep these kids safe, of course, but... I didn't want it to be like this. ...You?

[riproduzione]

[ Fortunately — or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it — his schedule has never been very good in the first place, so working long into the night with little to no caffeine isn't entirely unfamiliar territory. The only difference now is that sauntering back home with the sun is likely to see him literally turning to stone and winding up stuck somewhere, and if he can avoid that, he'd like to.

Her response has his attention, though. The way she says she'd do anything to keep the children here safe, she says it so earnestly. ]

I don't think anyone would want it to be like this… [ He sighs heavily and sips at the glass of water. ] I can't say it was what I had planned, but I'm only here as a favour to Giorno. The kids are at least better behaved than drunk assholes at the casino.

[ Not that he'd had high hopes for the day in the first place, given his general dislike of celebrating his own birthday. As the time draws closer to midnight, he gets the sense that this definitely ranks as one of the worst. ]