[Summoning all the sarcasm of 80s polite Japanese loner outcast honour student for stability!]
[With sickeningly sweet sarcasm (though almost but not quite keeping out some trembling) ]
Whyever would you ever even think so, Tamura-chan? Surely it was simply cool and rocking when he stopped time to put his Stand's smelly arm through me. Just peachy.
See you later.
[He turns away from her. His green companion does NOT turn away from her. If it had hair, it would be standing up like a cat's. If it had a voice, it would be hissing like a snake.]
Er... Kakyoin, what does the World smell of?
[With sickeningly sweet sarcasm (though almost but not quite keeping out some trembling) ]
Whyever would you ever even think so, Tamura-chan? Surely it was simply cool and rocking when he stopped time to put his Stand's smelly arm through me. Just peachy.
See you later.
[He turns away from her. His green companion does NOT turn away from her. If it had hair, it would be standing up like a cat's. If it had a voice, it would be hissing like a snake.]