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Fugo had been in a slump lately. No matter what he did nothing ever seemed to go right for him. "I shouldn't complain," he whispered to himself, "at least im doing fine in class." He shifted on his feet to look up at the starry night sky. The moon missing from the picture. Fugo knew why, it was the new moon after all, you wouldn't be able to see it tonight, it was still there of course, just not visible.
He felt awfully quiet that night, he couldn't bring himself to say anything, which was strange for him. He let out a loud sigh before heading back into his apartment. The only thing lighting up the room was a lamp on the side table next to his couch. Despite living there, the area didn't feel welcoming, if anything it felt condemning. This wasn't always the case, since fugo wasn't always in a hole like he is now, but nonetheless, the overwhelming urge to leave hung over him like a thick blanket.
He decided he couldn't deal with it anymore and rushed out the door, hastily pulling on his jacket in the hallway on his way to the stairs. As he fumbled down the steps the cool night wind practically smacked him in the face. Perhaps a walk would ease his spirits.
He wandered the streets aimlessly, no clear destination in mind. Maybe he'd go grab a drink at the bar, though, he did hate crowds, so perhaps not.
He hated when he got like this, the frustrating emptiness of his mind, it was like he was on autopilot, hardly any thoughts were allowed to cross his mind. He picked up his pace, scrambling in his head to just think about something. Think, think, think, think. Soon he was in a full on sprint, though he hardly noticed.
Fugo only stopped when he realized his lungs were screaming at him to stop. He leaned against a street light, panting like a dog. Once he caught his breath, he looked around.
He had only been to this part of town once or twice, with Mista and Narancia, and not by his choice. He thought back to the time when the two thought that it'd be a good idea to explore the areas in town they had hardly been to. It was an innocent plan, untill they got lost that is. It was then the group decided that fugo would be in charge of directions for their little escapades.
The stirred memory slipped quietly into the back of Fugo's mind as he stood up straight, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
"Are you running from someone?" A voice broke the quiet. Fugo jumped at the sound, and spun to face the source.
He wasn't expecting to see the physical embodiment of light behind him. Light blond hair was tucked into a neat braid, and curly bangs rested on a pale forehead, icy teal eyes bore into his own, as if reading his very soul.
"Uh," he stared like an idiot, searching for words (which wasn't very like him), "No, i wasn't, I was just uh..."
"Running?" The stranger asked, a smile playing at his soft looking lips.
"Yeah." He answered, silently scolding himself for acting like a moron. Then something occured to him. Why hadn't he heard this guy coming? Was he really that absorbed into his own world that he couldn't have heard the other walking up to him? Or was this guy just abnormally quiet?
"I don't believe we've met before," the stranger spoke again, his voice was like warm vanilla, "I'm Giorno, you are?"
"Fugo." he replied shifting on his feet. He couldn't quiet place it, but this Giorno guy felt familiar, though he was sure he'd never seen him in his whole life. Maybe he had seen him in his peripheral vision on the street once or twice, but that didn't seem too right to Fugo.
"Might I ask why you're out here?" Giorno threw out another question, looking expectantly at Fugo.
"I just", he paused, as if mulling it over, " needed some fresh air I suppose."
Giorno nodded. "Well, if you don't mind, perhaps I could join? You need some company by the looks of it." He said and offered a smile.
"Uh, sure..." Fugo shifted again, almost nervously. Why this divine of a man wanted to hang around him for a bit longer was beyond him.