𝙁𝙍𝙀𝙀 𝙁𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙉’

𝙈𝙔 𝙅𝙐𝙎𝙏𝙄𝘾𝙀... 𝙄'𝙇𝙇 𝙁𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙄𝙏!

// Flipping.

( Lightly tapping his pencil. It seems he's waiting for someone. )

I simply seek to find my place. That is all.

( The feeling of the Joestar connection was certainly there, but he wanted to be sure of things. ) ...Perhaps we do. ( One hand is shoved in his pocket, while the other clutches a cane. )

Ah... good evening.

Hmm.

( His face is practically buried in his notes, as he sips on his coffee. )

( Missions in Italy seem to be a constant... Then again, he can't complain. He enjoys the scenery. If only it weren't so hot. )

// I want to do more on this guy, but I'm stuck. 🫤

...Family. That's a bit of a... rough subject, really.

( Conducting Hamon through the cane he uses to support himself, he does so as if it's simply a reflex. )

My strength... it's the real deal. Don't mess with me.

( He's in a hammock, writing notes as always. )

I should be making progress on this job soon. If I can find it... It's too dangerous to be let loose.

Honestly. I have enough of a headache with my job. This is just extra migraine. Man. 🫤

( It seems to be doing a bit of practice, punching at nothing. The speed was rather immense, akin to Star Platinum, even with a leaner build. ) I've never actually popped all ten before... Best not to do that except when it's life or death.

( He nods, before summoning Tiger's Eye in a flash of red. It's as tall as Star Platinum, yet less muscular. ) I'll warn you, if you intend to spar... You don't want to hit a capsule. ( He points one out to emphasize. )

As for me? It's because some foolhardy guys think they can get information about artifacts and the foundation out of me. Joke's on them, I have a pocket black hole.