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Josuke did stop in his track, but the scissors didn’t pierce his skin like she had expected. From her point of view, it would’ve looked like they froze in midair and were being crushed in some unseen force’s grip. He turned around, facing the serial killer with a somewhat bored expression. “If either answer led to a pair of those scissors getting jammed in my throat, I figured it’d be best to keep true to the famous Joestar Method of Survival: just walk away.”“Mmmm~? Issat a family line I hear?? Ohh, Jojo-kun, stop bein’ cute!! Also, teach me that lil magic trick ya did with my scissors, wouldya?!”
She would definitely have to rethink her strategy for this. Her lust was high, but her bloodlust was higher… She needed to see someone, something die by her hand. But if not him, then what…?
“Fine fine, then, sweets, I’ll come ta an agreement with ya. If you can find me somethin’ to satiate one desire, maybe even both… I’ll spare ya!”