[Pardon Jin's uncertainty, he's still thrown by the fuckin Ferrari. He wonders if strict seatbelt buckling might be an Italian thing, or something? But whatever, he's doin' it.]
So, what do you want to talk ab--
[TOO LATE, JIN'S HOLDING ONTO HIS SEAT LITERALLY BECAUSE AWAY THEY NYOOM]
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[He shoots Jin a winning smile.]
Buckle up, darling.
[And as soon as he does, Giorno fucking floors it. Tires squealing, bye Felicia, Here We Go.]
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So, what do you want to talk ab--
[TOO LATE, JIN'S HOLDING ONTO HIS SEAT LITERALLY BECAUSE AWAY THEY NYOOM]