— Is not something she was expecting. Carrie freezes, uncomprehending for a few seconds, but there's no way around it. She knows even before her hand shoots to that left pocket what she'll find, and she's right. She's down a wallet, and Giorno is gone.
Well, not gone, no one is ever really gone. She feels a brief flare of annoyance, overtaken pretty quickly by sheer incredulity. Really? Really?
Then Carrie's gone, too. She darts into one of her favored alleys, bounds off a dumpster, flips onto a drainage pipe, and hauls herself up to rooftop level: her favorite. This time it's pure irritation that fuels her more than the thrill of the hunt. She takes about ten desperate seconds scanning the area before she spots Giorno, the pattern of his sweater just vanishing around a corner.
Then she's off after him, running low to the ground, keeping her silhouette hidden. When she hits him, she doesn't want him to see it coming. ]
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— Is not something she was expecting. Carrie freezes, uncomprehending for a few seconds, but there's no way around it. She knows even before her hand shoots to that left pocket what she'll find, and she's right. She's down a wallet, and Giorno is gone.
Well, not gone, no one is ever really gone. She feels a brief flare of annoyance, overtaken pretty quickly by sheer incredulity. Really? Really?
Then Carrie's gone, too. She darts into one of her favored alleys, bounds off a dumpster, flips onto a drainage pipe, and hauls herself up to rooftop level: her favorite. This time it's pure irritation that fuels her more than the thrill of the hunt. She takes about ten desperate seconds scanning the area before she spots Giorno, the pattern of his sweater just vanishing around a corner.
Then she's off after him, running low to the ground, keeping her silhouette hidden. When she hits him, she doesn't want him to see it coming. ]