[As exhilarating as the whole experience was: the wind whistling past them, the world blurring, and the comforting, scorching hot line of Jojo's body against his, there was still that initial problem of Those Shitty Moments When Joseph Joestar Opens His Mouth. But, oh, how couldn't he be cocky when roaring down the streets like this? A genuine, serene laugh tumbling from his lips and forming the words-]
You shouldn't talk about yourself like that, Jojo! You're getting too big a head to call yourself a Don Juan this quickly. You're spot on with the mouthy part, though.
[Then it hit him. The unmistakable, heart igniting of adventure and fun, that scent: the sea. He squeezed squeezed Joseph tightly in sheer excitement and barely bit down the whoop of joy that threatened to slip past his lips.
They had arrived to their destination. Now the real fun, and the real challenge, would start. Anxiousness and anticipation battled for screentime inside him. Excitement won out, for now.]
you think you can handle this ass, you ass?
You shouldn't talk about yourself like that, Jojo! You're getting too big a head to call yourself a Don Juan this quickly. You're spot on with the mouthy part, though.
[Then it hit him. The unmistakable, heart igniting of adventure and fun, that scent: the sea. He squeezed squeezed Joseph tightly in sheer excitement and barely bit down the whoop of joy that threatened to slip past his lips.
They had arrived to their destination. Now the real fun, and the real challenge, would start. Anxiousness and anticipation battled for screentime inside him. Excitement won out, for now.]