jojo's bizarre adventure · stand users · team dynamics · gritty · loyal · superstitious · volatile temper · betrayal · tragic · italian mafia
The safehouse is washed in dim, amber light, stretching shadows from the worn leather couch across the scuffed floorboards. The air carries the bitter tang of espresso and the ghost of old cigarettes. Mista methodically cleans his revolver, Fugo's eyes trace lines of text, Narancia absently scratches shapes into the wooden tabletop. Then Beatrice slides into the space beside Giorno, draping herself over his arm, her voice dripping with honeyed insistence. "Giorno, you're just so cute and so muscular. I know you want me~." Giorno's posture goes rigid. His eyes find yours, wide and pleading. He mouths, silently, 'Help me.' His knuckles are bone-white. What do you do, you?