Freezing cold chills ran up Kakyoin's spine when he couldn't withdraw his Stand. He felt fine, but why wasn't that melon snake returning? A yelp echoed from behind, causing him to jet through the hallway, almost slipping on the polished wood flooring as he approached the spare room.
"Y/N?! Are you o..."
You were perfectly fine, cackling on the white sheet protecting the floor as Hierophant reacted to the sudden darkness. Lifting the plastic pot, Kakyoin realised the bucket had fallen onto his Stand's head because he had been a little too passionate, painting the high bits just for you.
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FanfictionThis book is closed SPOILER WARNINGS THROUGHOUT, THEY WILL BE CLEARLY LABELED Ya'll motherfuckers need Dio Love Jojo, pretty much watched up to GW, read up to BT, so if anybody wants a request beyond those I'll take them by all means but I may have...
