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Having been genetically gifted with a stand warranted a few things. One of which was nearly complete mastery of his stand up until this point from receiving it at an early age. This lent itself to many real-world applications most other stand users wouldn’t have thought of. Now when Jules first got up to follow him to the bathroom, he could sense there was something wrong going on inside her. His eyes narrowed in almost slit like fashion once he began to see the air entering and exiting her lungs were being interrupted. She had definitely broken some ribs and sustained some heavier damage from whatever scuffle happened outside. Of course, Airbag knew what had happened and who the culprit was, but it was better of her not to say or mention it to Joseppi. The two had a connection so close that words need not be spoken in order for them to communicate. 

Accepting his offer the two moseyed on over to the powder room, once out of sight, almost instantly airbag appeared detached from Joseppi. The two exchanged glances before he nodded his head in approval to her next actions. Encroaching behind Jules, Airbag stood silent in order to not be noticed. She lingered behind her as if she were Jules’ shadow, undetectable. Her silver almost metallic hands stretched out slowly reaching for what one might guess was her neck. Was she going to choke her? Was this the end for Jules before it could even really begin? Her open palms stopped just short of entering Jules’ view and instead air erupted from her palms and began pumping inside of Jules’ mouth. In other words, Airbag was creating an air tank for Jules to correct her breathing and remove agitation she was putting on her lungs by straining herself to breathe. She would feel relief almost instantly, but with no knowledge as to why it was happening. 

Despite his appearance and the way, he carried himself, Joseppi was actually quite the softy and anyone he valued as more than an acquaintance obviously meant he had a duty to. There was no doubt she was scared of him and having picked up on her little discreet warning sign to Donny on her way out only confirmed it. He reached inside of his vest ready to pull out the flower from before he was ready to give her, but upon entering the lady’s washroom he quickly tucked it away having been greeted by Annie. [color=black]
 “Now to what do I owe the pleasure? I wasn’t expecting to have a Ménage à trois so early into this race” [/color]
 he said feeling the tension constricting Jules ease up a bit seeing she wasn’t alone. 
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