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Josuke gritted his teeth, taking another couple steps back away from the psychomaniac. The name sure as well was familiar; a serial killer by the name of Genocider Syo who crucified boys with scissors. Thankfully, she hadn’t noticed Crazy Diamond hovering beside him, so there was no chance she was a Stand User. One was enough in his life. He tried to calm himself, sticking his hand in his pocket and pulling out a switchblade-comb. “And I’m guessing you’re gonna use those scissors on me?” He asked, combing his pompadour.“Haaaaah?! S’that a switchblade AND a comb? Oh, oh, be still my heart, hah, I feel so randy already, yer like a gangster heartthrob~! Be gentle with me, baby!”
She continued her manic giggling as she twirled her scissors around her finger, drool sliding off her tongue as she stepped closer to him.
"Ohh, JoJo-san… Ya got no idea how long it’s been since I’ve done anyone!! A girl can only survive so long in a dry spell, ya get me?! Fuck, weighs heavy enough on th’wrist as it is…”
“‘Sides, ya should feel honored! I’m pretyt known fer bein’ rather picky, but here ya are, like a present from th’heavens… Ohh, lemme jus’ take yer body, I need t’feel those muscles!”