" ": You talking
' ': You thinking
* *: Narrator/Voice-off
Your POV:
Mista: What the fuck... ? Giorno, stop joking around ! Who could have brought those things onboard, and how ?! Aren't those the fingers of that fatso I shot on the airport runway ?! Well, Giorno ?! Yes or no ?!
"Calm down, Mista."
Bucciarati: Is something wrong ?
"Bucciarati ! Guard Trish ! And make sure there's nothing in the closet or any of the other cabinets ! Narancia, use Aerosmith to patrol around the plane ! Double check to make sure nothing's following us !"
Giorno: These can't possibly the finger bones of the man at the airport ! We confirmed he was totally dead !
Mista: Yeah ! I know that ! Every single one of my bullets made a lethal wound ! That's why I thought you were just pulling a prank !
"But then... Whose bones are these ?! The blood's still fresh ! And how did they get inside the plane ?!"
Mista: I don't think the last passengers were saving these to snack on later !
Narancia: I don't see anything in the other cabinets or beneath the seats ! And nothing could follow us from outside ! There's not even any jets in the sky !
Bucciarati: ... Giorno, didn't you check, and make sure there wasn't a single trace of life energy inside ?
Giorno: Yes, I'm sure of it. I checked every nook and cranny.
Bucciarati: But Mista says he saw those three fingers suddenly turn into four. Did you see that too ?
Mista: Ugh... !
Giorno: No... It was too sudden. I didn't think to count.
Bucciarati: Did those fingers move on their own ? Could those fingers themselves contain life energy ?
Giorno: ...
"Don't touch them, Giorno. I'm pretty sure no remote-controlled stand could come up here, but don't touch anything you don't have to.
Giorno: ... These are just bones. They're lifeless objects. If they were alive or if they were a stand, my Gold Experience wouldn't be able to take root in them.
Mista: I guess I didn't see another finger pop up after all. This shit's so unreal, my eyes are going weird. B- But this doesn't change the fact that these things are so damn weird !
Bucciarati: You're exactly right. Even though there haven't been any signs of attack so far, and I don't know who or how, or why anyone left this here, we should throw this thing outside.
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Vento del Destino (Male reader x Golden wind)
FanfictionA sleeping slave, that makes fate waver.