#mudoro

That’s not my luggage, mate. 

swing first, pussy

        { 覚悟 } “You asked for it, then.” Bucciarati’s Stand manifests itself almost immediately, and begins its usual rapid fire punching towards Giorno.

    “ HARUNO! GET THAT OUT of your mouth -- ” Chariot, always a step ahead, scoops up the little boy before he can stuff another handful of dirt in his mouth, and hands him over to Polnareff. He reaches under Haruno’s chin and squishes his cheeks with one hand, frowning in an attempt to be stern.

Old and tired, Joseph’s knees were determined to do him in--but he wasn’t going to give in! He hobbled along the quiet Italian cobblestone walkways, determined to get to the piazza so that he could take a rest by the bubbling fountain there... that nice little piazza that was close to his hotel... But somehow, he’d gotten lost! He couldn’t recognise any of the buildings around him!

Joseph squinted up at the sky, noting how the sky was starting to turn to lilac. Ah, night-time... It wouldn’t do to be out at this time, would it? He continued to hobble along, trying to move faster. It was only then that he bumped into a young lad, and well--Joseph was lost, wasn’t he?

A. Horse.

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I am NOT repeating myself again.

“I’m not asking you to repeat...” Bucciarati pinches the bridge of his nose, takes a step back and turns his back to Giorno. “Give me a moment.” And he just. Stands there like that. Says nothing. Does nothing. Then he turns back, hands at his sides and steps forward again.

they belong to blessed folks

✘ ——— This area was different from the others he’s been to. The signs were in a language he hasn’t heard of before, therefore doesn’t know how to read. Struggling to make sense of everything around was becoming a chore, setting his pride aside he sought out some assistance. Perhaps the young man near by would be of some help. ❝Hmm? Hey kid! Do you know what this place is called. I happen to be lost. ❞