#angelo stone

Wait what? But when I asked if they slept in a rock then you guys said sleep as a rock and Angelo is a rock so...

What’s the difference??

Yo, Angelo!

Hey guys! I decided to make Angelo in Terraria! Hope ya like it!

Shoeske: yo, Angelo. 😒

Cooeechie, confused as hell: 🤔... Hoi, Angelo! 😄

This is obviously satirical.

For the rest of the morning, Rohan and I walked together in the park, and he told me the history of the Angelo Stone as we neared its location.

“Josuke’s powers with Crazy Diamond can heal things. People, objects, almost anything. Angelo was a notorious criminal: killing, raping, the whole rap. He had a stand, Aqua Necklace, that could inhabit water in any form. He attacked Josuke and Jotaro that way.”

“Jotaro?”

Rohan blushed a little and nodded.

“He Josuke’s… Nephew. It’s complicated… He’s about 12 years older than Josuke and has a doctorate in marine biology. We just knew him as Jotaro then, though… He’s huge and quiet… andhandsomeand wore this white jacket all the time with huge gold dolphin pins!”

Rohan was rambling now, breaking down the minute details he had memorized of Jotaro’s outfits.

“You’d like him. He was one of most sensible people I’ve ever met… Strange to say, but I miss him in a way.”

“Oh, you do?~”

Rohan was flustered now, crossing his arms.

“Yes, well…” He cleared his throat and continued walking.

“Josuke used his powers to repair Angelo and a broken stone at the same time—they fused together. The man deserved no mercy and Josuke made sure that he would never commit any more crimes. Out of habit, whenever any of us pass by we greet him.”

Approaching a disfigured rock with a comically ugly face, Rohan passed by with a little flick of his fingers.

“Yo, Angelo.”

I repeated after him and we kept walking.

“Is that it, then?”

“Yes. Congratulations, another landmark off the list.”

Sitting down on a nearby bench, I fished out my notebook and crossed the Angelo Stone off with an extra notation of “yo, Angelo” and sketch of the rock. Rohan sat nearby, legs crossed, with a distant stare.

“So…” I looked over at Rohan, nervous. “About our date…?” 

I flashed him my most charming smile, but his gaze was elsewhere, distracted.

“Is tonight too soon?” He was still looking away, but replied as if he had heard me.

“No! Where should we go?” I scooted a little closer, hoping I could get his attention.

“There’s a little sushi place down by the water. We can go swimming and eat after…” 

“Alright…” I got quiet, looking down. He was still staring off into the distance, even though we had just planned a date.

“Rohan, did I do something wrong?”

“Hmmm??” Only then did he finally look over, shaken out of his trance. “What? Of course not. Why would you ask that?”

I bit my lip, embarrassed, but felt that it was important to voice my feelings.

“I just figured you’d be a little more excited about planning a date. It was like setting up a business meeting… You didn’t even look at me.”

He frowned a little and I got even more nervous, worried I had scolded him and messed things up.

“My apologies. I was thinking of the past… Our sightseeing brought back old memories.”

“Of Jotaro?”

Rohan pursed his lips, scowling. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t pry… Forgive me.” I stood quickly, bowing. “Text me a time and place and arrangements. I-I should go find my bike.”

“No, wait!” Rohan stood, rushing to grab my arm. “Please…” He looked down at me, eyes sad and deep.

“I’m not good at this…” Sighing, he let go of my arm. “Do what you must, but know that I am excited to see you again. You’ve done no harm.”

Reaching up to his jaw slowly, I brushed a gentle thumb over his cheek. “You don’t have to apologize for your feelings, Rohan. Whatever’s in your past belongs to you. But what happens right now is ours. Stay in these moments with me, please…”

Rohan pressed his forehead to mine, sighing. “Yes. You’re right… I’m here.”

“Text me, okay?” 

I pulled away slowly, making my way back down the path we had taken, then all the way back to the hotel on my bike, thinking over how Rohan had reacted. He wasn’t good about discussing feelings, but we had to try if this was going to work…

All afternoon I sat at my room’s desk, journaling, watching tv, venting by phone to my best friend about how I might have messed things up (they calmed me down and reminded me to think rationally. I felt better after our chat). Rohan had agreed to the date. Even if his mind was somewhere else, he had still made the plans… 

In a little bit, I got a text from Rohan saying that he would come pick me up at 5:30pm. I replied that I would be waiting for him and went to change. The scars on my legs glared at me as I put on my swimsuit, reminders of a condition I didn’t cause, couldn’t cure, and could do almost nothing about. HS flares marked my thighs front and back, and as confident as I tried to be, I was still embarrassed. Pulling on a pair of shorts and a cover up dress, I emptied my backpack and stowed any extra essentials inside.

At 5:26pm, I was on the sidewalk, keeping an eye out for Rohan’s bright red Nissan. Rohan, instead, pulled up on a motorcycle, revving the engine as he parked in front of me and flipped up his helmet visor.

“Get on.”

Obeying, I climbed over the back, adjusting into the seat. Rohan passed me a helmet from his sidebag and flipped back down his visor. I clipped mine on as he updated me about our plans.

“I figured I could show you one more landmark while we go to the beach. We can pass through Futatsumori Tunnel on our way there.” 

“Okay. Sounds good. How should I hold on??”

Taking my arms, Rohan wrapped them around his waist.

“Lean against my back. I’ll make a little motion when we’re nearing the tunnel.”