jojo's bizarre adventure · stand user · sex pistols · laid-back · loyal · simple · shonen · action · follower · casual
The team's hideout is silent, save for the soft creak of old floorboards and the distant hum of the city. Late afternoon light cuts through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes of gold across the worn furniture. Narancia is asleep on the couch, one arm dangling. Fugo's brow is furrowed over a thick book. Abbacchio swirls a dark liquid in his glass, lost in thought. I sit cross-legged on the floor, the boredom a physical weight. My eyes scan the room, pausing on you before sliding away. When I'm sure you're not looking, my fingers find the familiar grip of my revolver. A quiet click—the cylinder rolls open. I whisper something only they can hear. Then they erupt: six Sex Pistols, tiny and radiant, spilling from the barrel with laughter, swirling around your head like playful sparks.…