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IN THE SHORT time of knowing you, Gyro decided that he hated you. Yes, he— Julius Caesar 'Gyro' Zeppeli— hated you with every impalpable fiber of his being. He hated how you would act all tough and mighty around him and Johnny and then grow wimpy in the presence of danger like it wasn't an annoyance. How you would say such idiotic things and Johnny would agree with you instead of him when he was clearly in the right. How you hid your face under a hat twice as large as your head and a ratty old bandana. Simply put, Gyro had come to despise you in the week you had spent together in the desert.
Especially when the next stand user appeared.
"I'm gonna die here!" you screeched while throwing your head into Thunder's mane as Gyro's steel ball spun back into his palm. There you went again, crying and whining when you barely even did anything. Of course, you'd die at this rate— you barely ever used your stand! You cried out once more as (what the enemy stand user referred to as) a "jet" flew straight at you, about to explode right by your face. With a furrowed brow, Gyro shot his steel ball at the jet, making it explode midair. He huffed when you coughed away a ton of smoke, pulling up next to Thunder.
"Good job, idiota! Do you want to get killed?!" Gyro yelled as you wiped the soot off the brim of your hat. "You know that's the last thing I want right now!" you yelled back, looking back over your shoulder at Bennie, a woman you had run into in your trek through the desert. Gyro knew that had he not been so persistent with his flirting that you all probably wouldn't be in this mess but he had no problem blaming it on you. You had been the one that was too stupid to flirt with the cute "tomboy" in front of you. Gyro just had to take the opportunity to get you riled up and flirt with the girl to make you all jealous.
(It wasn't like he was jealous when you started talking to her, no way! If anything he was jealous of you! Who did you think you were talking all cool with that girl? Seriously! He'd think that by now you'd stop wasting his time with your obvious flirting! It was the same back when you stopped in town and flirted with that waitress. You could deny it all you wanted but he knew that you had done it on purpose. And look where that got you! You got beat up and he, Gyro, had to deal with your incompetence. Yeah, sure maybe he was a tad concerned when he say all that bruising on your ribs. Maybe he was angry that he didn't do anything. But that didn't matter anyway because he hated you.)
"Stop fighting! Now's not the time!" shouted Johnny from in front of you and Gyro. Gyro grit his teeth, pointing at you offhandedly as his steel ball spun its way back into its holster. "We're going to die if I need to keep defending him!" Gyro began, as Bennie spat curses at you three from a distance away, "it's always like this! You get all scared and then me and Johnny have to save your ass until you decide you want to use your stand! Why don't you just use it instead of causing all this trouble?!"
Gyro knew he was overreacting, he acknowledged that wholeheartedly along with the fact that he was being aggressive. But in his defense, you did act like that too often and for the sake of this three-person team you all had going, he needed to call it out. What he didn't know (or rather expect) was the way you glared long and hard at him until your stand appeared, its armor shining under the harsh desert sun. "Well, look who decided to join us," Gyro said sarcastically as Johnny shot him a look of warning. That warning, however, was a tad too late when Bennie sent a barrage of jets toward them.
