[Trish doesn't sleep during fogs either, suffice it to say. She wants to be up when the sun is up and that will simply never change. Even if she is a whole-ass bear for the entire week.
She doesn't know why she bothers checking her laptop when it pings then, as much of a hassle as it is with her huge paws, but if someone is messaging her...her curiosity will win out every time.
So it's quite a thing to carefully pry it open with long pink claws, to poke carefully at the keys and input her password, to open her inbox and see the most incoherent message she's ever gotten from Giorno in her life.
Is he drunk???
Do you need help, sir.]
where are you
[See, Giorno. She likes you enough to painfully tap out a response with her stupid claws.]
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She doesn't know why she bothers checking her laptop when it pings then, as much of a hassle as it is with her huge paws, but if someone is messaging her...her curiosity will win out every time.
So it's quite a thing to carefully pry it open with long pink claws, to poke carefully at the keys and input her password, to open her inbox and see the most incoherent message she's ever gotten from Giorno in her life.
Is he drunk???
Do you need help, sir.]
where are you
[See, Giorno. She likes you enough to painfully tap out a response with her stupid claws.]