PSEUMINO, VENTO AUREO.

✦.⁺ feverish.

═ ☆. YOU YANKED NARANCIA BACK SO HARD you were surprised his arm didn't pop out of its socket. He yelped in pain, staggering back from the toilet stall.

"The Stand is really big and hates water!" you gasped desperately. The words made no sense, but nonetheless, Narancia looked at you.

"You need to stop this," he said, sounding a little panicked. "What is wrong with you? Why do you keep shouting things like that?"

You couldn't say anything. You just continued to grip his arm like a scared child.

"Okay. We're just gonna take this one thing at a time. Is something wrong with your mouth? Your tongue?"

You tried to nod, but your head shook in a no.

"No?"

You shook your head harder this time. You widened your eyes at Narancia, willing him to understand.

"Is ... this a Stand attack?"

Again, your head shook.

"This doesn't make sense. You're shaking your head no, but your face—" Narancia cut himself off, an intense scowl on his face. "Okay, I'm just going to assume something is up with you. A Stand attack, no less. Fugo was in this washroom and now he's gone. That also must have been a Stand. You grabbed my arm. I'm guessing you don't want me close to the toilets?"

You stayed silent. There wasn't anything you could say without messing up Narancia's reasoning.

Could it be possible that the Stand that had attacked Fugo was still around here? You thought about Zucchero moving in the pipes of the yacht. You let out a strand of White Satin, watching its path intently. You and Narancia aside, the Stand drifted aimlessly in the air, not attracted to anything in particular.

Narancia squinted at it. "What are you trying to show me?"

All of a sudden, White Satin pulled taut, seeming to point straight at the sinks. It clustered around the faucet, winding about uneasily.

The shark Stand. You were sure that if you turned the faucet, it would appear. You moved towards it, poising a hand over the faucet. You could only hope that Narancia would start shooting the living daylights out of the shark Stand as soon as he saw it.

Narancia watched warily over your shoulder, Aerosmith hovering above his head.

Your body jerked forward of its volition, much to your shock. Your tongue darted forward, the fleshy humanoid twisting around the faucet and turning it on. Water rushed out and for a long moment, that was the only thing that came out. But then you leapt back. A grey fin dove out of the water, straight towards you.

Narancia wasted no time. A hail of bullets tore into the sink and faucet, shredding it and releasing a spray of water. The shark fin disappeared, flashing between the puddles of water around the sink. Aerosmith tried to shoot it, but the fin teleported too quickly for the bullets to reach.

"Bastard," Narancia muttered, eyes bright. "That's the Stand that got Fugo, isn't it?" Aerosmith's radar appeared around his head. Instantly, you knew he was tracking Fugo's carbon dioxide as he got carried around by the Stand.

In a flash, Aerosmith was raining bullets down over the stalls. One of the toilets burst, sending a stream of water bursting from the pipes. With deadly ferocity, Aerosmith shot at the shark fin as it leapt from pools of water. The pools turned a murky pink as the bullets hit home, tearing into the fin.

Narancia was breathing hard. "Shit. I lost him."

"Hey!" A harried-looking server ran into the restrooms, gaping at the destroyed restroom and gushing water. He screamed at you and Narancia, his phone pressed to his ear as he called the police. The restaurant patrons stared as you hurried outside, no doubt wondering if you'd just murdered someone inside the restrooms.