Watch Those Scissors w/ @genocidersyx
The park was empty today, which was good, since a certain pompadoured Stand user needed to get some practice in. Only a month ago did his dad and Jotaro leave, and if he couldn’t call on either of them—though the Old Man wasn’t good for much of anything nowadays—Josuke Higashikata would need to hone his abilities for his own.
Josuke brushed his coat off his shoulders and tossed it onto the nearest park bench. He was by no means as tall or heavily built as his “nephew”, but he still had a bit of extra tone on him, as could be seen through his sleeveless muscle shirt.
Syo sat back on the park bench, honestly bored out of her mind. She hadn’t done anyone in so long, and what with her only really talking to her classmates, hadn’t been attracted enough to anyone to consider it… Though maybe a stranger could suffice, she mused.
Oh, and a stranger there was, tossing his coat right beside her on the bench. Definitely eye-catching. The muscle helped his case… Or, rather, in his particular case, hindered. With such a fatal attraction, Syo could already feel her old urges rise once more… That feeling of need, wanton desire to see blood pour from the wrists like shackles of devotion… He was just her guy!
“Oi, oi! You there! Tell me yer name, why don’tchya? Or do I jus’ call ya ‘cutie’~?”