@clackerss wants a starter || accepting I guess
it is the summer of 1986, and all mohammad avdol knows is that given
the Speedwagon Foundation’s travel arrangements, mr. joestar is truly in
a situation.
perhaps that would be a stretch, but even halfway down a staircase from
the private plane can the egyptian make inferences about this turn of events.
after all, given his oddities, joseph joestar was a rather sensible man, and
avdol feels right to trust this man’s reactions and sentiments. however,
being called away from the souk he calls home is too long and unsettling
a journey him, and as he speaks to the gate’s attendant, it’s clear that he’s
used the time so far to study upon his english.
“ GOOD AFTERNOON, have you seen a mr. joestar around here? ---oh,
i’ll head inside then, thank you. ”