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ㅤ☆𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞
ㅤ̷̝̦̮̹̫̭̲͔̏͋̇̂̾h̷͚̬̲̘̥̠͈̥̻̗̣͚̺͐͋̒ͣ̏̀̕͟͢͢e̒ͦ̇̈҉͙͓̳ ̮̘̣̭̰͓̖̗̆͗̊ͮ̏̑ͯ̈̉͞i̓͏͙̬̝̪̻͉̞̞̗̠̎͂̃̑ͧ͘͜s̸͖̖̹̑͒ͭ̓̂̈ ͕̩̠̬̪̟ͦ̎̂̄͂m̤̲̣̻̮̞̰̟͙͙̤̲ͧ̂͛̓̌͑ͬ̍ͣͬy̧̛̘̬̫͂̅̃̅̽̓̇ ͩ̃͛̊̒̄͞҉̖͚̪͙l̤̯̞͖͈̼̯̜ͦ̈ͬ̀̔͆͂̇͝ͅo̵͇̬͎͕̺ͦͮ̀̚ͅr̨̲̦̰̪̩͔͉̙̪̘͓̟̿̅̓̇̀̒̐͌ͥ̉ͤ̏͜͟d͕ͭͮ̽ͧ͗͠͞͞, ͈̼̯̜̔͆͂̇͝ͅo̷̡͇̬͎̱͕̲̖ͦ̋̊̃͂͗̚͜ų̵̘͔͎̖͍͍̞͕̺ͫ̀ͮ̀̚͢͜ͅͅr̨̲̦̰̪̿̅̓̇̀̒̐͜͟ ͤͦ̅̽̈̍͏̩̠͚ḡ̵͕̤͕͕̺ͪ̉ͮ̀̚͟ͅr̨̲̦̰̪̿̅̓̇̀̒̐͜͟a̷̙̬͍̪̗̝̤̪̯͉͗̀̀̇ͥ̕c̸̷̠̦̞̠͈̥̻̗̣͚̺͛̔ͨ̀̏̀̕e̒ͦ̇̈҉͙͓̳
ㅤ𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑻𝒀
ㅤ𝐭𝐨 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑴 𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑺 𝐚𝐧𝐝
ㅤ𝑨𝑫𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑨𝑪𝑹𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑺
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀𝘁 ;
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ㅤ☆𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞
ㅤ̷̝̦̮̹̫̭̲͔̏͋̇̂̾h̷͚̬̲̘̥̠͈̥̻̗̣͚̺͐͋̒ͣ̏̀̕͟͢͢e̒ͦ̇̈҉͙͓̳ ̮̘̣̭̰͓̖̗̆͗̊ͮ̏̑ͯ̈̉͞i̓͏͙̬̝̪̻͉̞̞̗̠̎͂̃̑ͧ͘͜s̸͖̖̹̑͒ͭ̓̂̈ ͕̩̠̬̪̟ͦ̎̂̄͂m̤̲̣̻̮̞̰̟͙͙̤̲ͧ̂͛̓̌͑ͬ̍ͣͬy̧̛̘̬̫͂̅̃̅̽̓̇ ͩ̃͛̊̒̄͞҉̖͚̪͙l̤̯̞͖͈̼̯̜ͦ̈ͬ̀̔͆͂̇͝ͅo̵͇̬͎͕̺ͦͮ̀̚ͅr̨̲̦̰̪̩͔͉̙̪̘͓̟̿̅̓̇̀̒̐͌ͥ̉ͤ̏͜͟d͕ͭͮ̽ͧ͗͠͞͞, ͈̼̯̜̔͆͂̇͝ͅo̷̡͇̬͎̱͕̲̖ͦ̋̊̃͂͗̚͜ų̵̘͔͎̖͍͍̞͕̺ͫ̀ͮ̀̚͢͜ͅͅr̨̲̦̰̪̿̅̓̇̀̒̐͜͟ ͤͦ̅̽̈̍͏̩̠͚ḡ̵͕̤͕͕̺ͪ̉ͮ̀̚͟ͅr̨̲̦̰̪̿̅̓̇̀̒̐͜͟a̷̙̬͍̪̗̝̤̪̯͉͗̀̀̇ͥ̕c̸̷̠̦̞̠͈̥̻̗̣͚̺͛̔ͨ̀̏̀̕e̒ͦ̇̈҉͙͓̳
ㅤ𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑻𝒀
ㅤ𝐭𝐨 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑴 𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑺 𝐚𝐧𝐝
ㅤ𝑨𝑫𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑨𝑪𝑹𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑺
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📱: Pudding.
📲: Please, I would appreciate that. I have been thinking about it since I joined, and that has been a while.
📲: I have some wine in my office if you'd like to discuss it more.
📱: Pudding.
Its moving out of the way, curious about why she's tip-toeing around and about.
Its moving out of the way, curious about why she's tip-toeing around and about.
Confused by his words.
Confused by his words.
G.E.R gives a little nod and turns away, still watching her over its peripheral vision.
G.E.R gives a little nod and turns away, still watching her over its peripheral vision.
Finally, Giorno's voice broke through, fixing his suit as he crossed one leg over the other.
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A stand-!? How did you find my house????
[ If he was spooked before he shows no sign of it here, stoic and fully prepared to defend his family if need be. ]
Finally, Giorno's voice broke through, fixing his suit as he crossed one leg over the other.
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It's just staring at the reader. Unblinking, following their movements.
It's just staring at the reader. Unblinking, following their movements.
It's just staring at the reader. Unblinking, following their movements.
Mmm, mmm, mmm~! I love that line.
『𝐇𝐎𝐋 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄』
Mmm, mmm, mmm~! I love that line.
『𝐇𝐎𝐋 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄』
Let's not forget that the Joestars are old old O L D money.
Let's not forget that the Joestars are old old O L D money.
You're always welcome in Italy, Shizuka. If anyone gives you a hard time, tell me.
Shizuka, you're technically my grand niece, yes?
You're always welcome in Italy, Shizuka. If anyone gives you a hard time, tell me.
Shizuka, you're technically my grand niece, yes?
... (Is this how Jotaro feels when I call him my Nephew..?)
I'm actually higher in the family tree than everyone else, except Jonathan.
(😀)
Shizuka, you're technically my grand niece, yes?
I'm actually higher in the family tree than everyone else, except Jonathan.
(😀)
I'm actually higher in the family tree than everyone else, except Jonathan.
(😀)
Following suit, hand still outstretched with the spider rest on it, small, docile and just resting. Is he pushing it?
He grimaces, visibly unnerved as he takes a step backwards as Giorno reaches his hand out. It’s true. He can overcome anything when it comes to hits. But this was not a bit.
“I’m. . . Fine.”
Giorno voiced, changing the size of the spider he had conjured with the help of G.E.R might help with the leader of the hitman team. Gesturing for the older man to hold his hand out.
"One of Passione's best hitman is scared of a spider 10x half his size. Everyone
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Following suit, hand still outstretched with the spider rest on it, small, docile and just resting. Is he pushing it?
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"I . . . No, I don't think so, but . . ."
Matthias feels it too, that itching, then it -
Looking behind his shoulders, Giorno gave the guy his full attention.
Was it him? Maybe. The itching stopped.
"Hi.... Do I know you?"
Maybe that question came out a little harsher than he would like.
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