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[color=gray][sub]Mention:[/sub][/color] 「 @Lord Orgasmo 」[/center]
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If anyone could see Joseppi in this moment they could tell he had died a little bit on the inside…or rather a lot. By the looks of it this girl was either incredibly naïve and had no clue what he was actually on about or was playing him for a fool. Joseppi was more inclined to believe the former and so tried his damn near hardest to not scrunch his face in agony nor squeeze the sides of his nose in confusion.  She wasn’t to blame of course, stands were relatively few and far between. Joseppi himself had only come to terms with learning his stand came genetically. Perhaps fate was playing a larger role in all of this, he would become the teacher to her student and help develop her stand. Who knows, maybe Annie could even become his ranking deputy and assist him in capturing the Nair dwellers that were bread in environments like the steel ball run. Getting lost in his daydreams of a buddy cop western movie played in his head with Annie along his side, Joseppi couldn’t help but float away from his conversation until she pulled him back. 

Her inquisitive look followed by retracting her previous statement made him giddy with joy, maybe she had heard of them. The fireworks exploded in the distance as she probed him with questions instead, [color=black]“Yes! Yes I can! Although it is my first time seeing one decked out in medieval armor so I can see why the guy went running for the hills…Anyways that’s not important. What’s important is that you try to keep him hidden in undesirable areas like these. You’re an easy target for other stand users.” [/color]He said while driving his point home with an example. Running ahead to cut her off he stood in front of her. The distance from the two wasn’t enough for him to land a punch on her, but as he thrusted his fist towards her face a second arm appeared from his fist extending the range of his punch before coming to a dead halt inches from her face. No doubt Neon Knight would step in, but by then Joseppi had already retracted his fist and the ghostly apparition had vanished without a trace. 

He had unintentionally struck a cool pose with the tip of his hat casting just enough shadow to cover his eyes, both hands hugging his belt buckle, [color=black]“I’m going home to New York as well, I think it might be best if you stick with me for a while.” [/color][/color]
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