[ That's the logical conclusion. Of course, he should have expected it would be, he's known Fugo for how long? He shifts as she holds it up, the fabric looks like it has some give to it, but seems like it would be something that hugged his figure. ]
… You don't think it would be, you know—
[ Hesitating, he trails off. Would it be wrong? Someone like him, wearing something like that. He's seen others here wearing skirts or dresses, or, rather brazenly, nothing at all. Long hair and make-up, they've always been a form of rebellion for him; they're comfortable, even, but is this a step too far? Giorno's worn dresses. Hell, Bucciarati wore delicate lace pieces under his suits. ]
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… You don't think it would be, you know—
[ Hesitating, he trails off. Would it be wrong? Someone like him, wearing something like that. He's seen others here wearing skirts or dresses, or, rather brazenly, nothing at all. Long hair and make-up, they've always been a form of rebellion for him; they're comfortable, even, but is this a step too far? Giorno's worn dresses. Hell, Bucciarati wore delicate lace pieces under his suits. ]