yeah, you got it . . . ! don't act like it's a bad thing! he deserves it!
( wrapping his arm over his shoulders like when someone plans out a robber . . . a huddle essentially. he'd shoot a glare. )
but loitering doesn't make us rich.
. . . . !!!!!
He's rubbing the top of his head with a clearly infuriated look, fixing his hair immediately . . . glaring!
"What the hell's your problem?! Isn't that expensive?"
. . . . but I'm afraid you're already involved . . . !! ๐ข
WE HAVE TO!! since you wanted to yell, we have little time! uhh . . . I GOT IT!
we don't rob a bank. we rob . . . you know? guess. guess where we should rob.
BUUUUT who said that we have to tell her?!
we can. rob a bank . . . but don't hurt anyone . . . and we can be RICH!!
but . . . ๐ง
maybe we can just, dare I say it, loiter. horrendous crime.
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He'd walk in the opposite direction, just to see if he was truly being followed . . . it's been a while since he may have caught on.
He muttered under his breath, "What's their deal?"
. . . even if he looked back and saw relatively normal behavior, something felt off.
Walking home, an ordinary feat . . . ! Most of the time.
The strange town he resided in, and the amount of new stand users being given power, it was alarming and he wouldn't have realized it if it wasn't for Jotaro.
Yet, holding his bag to his side, violet eyes kept glancing
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backwards and back forwards. He was gritting his teeth slightly, not sure what to think . . . was this going to be trouble?
He'd turn, crossing the pavement to the other side as to turn around . . . such energy. This new student wasn't normal. Yet, also . . . familiar.
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he could tell; perhaps the staring beforehand was to deter the other in a sense, to act as though he was catching onto something . . . he didn't know what.
"oh, really . . . ? Is it for only you?"
he'd ask, dusting himself off, and approaching further casually.
blinking . . . slight arch to his eyebrows for they have furrowed.
". . . yeah. who else would it be? -- what're you doing here exactly? lunch?"
the bag that had been slung over his shoulder had dropped beside the door frame. his facial expression remained neutral.