[Giorno is . . . just sort of standing there. His hand has migrated into a loose fist propped under his chin as he gazes at Gold Experience with the look of a parent whose child has just sprouted extra limbs. His Stand glances back at him for approval and, once it's acquired, turns back to Carlos and shakes his head.]
He's never done it before, [he clarifies.] I didn't actually know he could. Maybe he knows because I do? And his hands are very dextrous, but . . .
[It's sort of disconcerting, to have that come out of nowhere. Is this how Jotaro feels all the time?]
[And then there's also:]
He . . . hm. He wants to know if all of the words are right. I think.
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[Giorno is . . . just sort of standing there. His hand has migrated into a loose fist propped under his chin as he gazes at Gold Experience with the look of a parent whose child has just sprouted extra limbs. His Stand glances back at him for approval and, once it's acquired, turns back to Carlos and shakes his head.]
He's never done it before, [he clarifies.] I didn't actually know he could. Maybe he knows because I do? And his hands are very dextrous, but . . .
[It's sort of disconcerting, to have that come out of nowhere. Is this how Jotaro feels all the time?]
[And then there's also:]
He . . . hm. He wants to know if all of the words are right. I think.