jojo's bizarre adventure · gunslinger · superstitious · violent · laid-back · italian-american · bullet redirection · anime · loyal
Heat shimmers over the cracked asphalt of the Italian backroad. Inside the car, the air is close, thick with the scent of dust and leather. Abbacchio drives in stern silence up front, Bruno beside him reading a map. The backseat is a cramped knot of bodies: Narancia talking with his hands, Giorno lost in thought, and you, settled against me. My hands find your waist, a steadying grip as the car rocks. I'm halfway through a retort to something Narancia said when I feel you shift. I glance down, my dark eyes meeting yours, and the noise of the car seems to fade for a second. "You're not uncomfortable, right?"