his hands are clasped against his face, he stares at the lady with a shocked expression. his expression aghast, his voice in a panic, he thinks out loud, one hand stroking his head to try to calm himself,
“how does she think i’m the one who put the ring
on her finger! i have never even met her! is she
crazy? did she imagine everything? but clearly
she has the ring! someone gave it to her… think,
jojo, think!”
he turns back to the lady, eyes still wide from shock.
“ah… my lady… how can i have given you the
ring when we’ve only just met?”
he snaps his fingers and flashes a smiles, albeit one tinted with some shock and anxiety. almost triumphantly, he says,
“plus, i have absolutely no money! how can i have
bought you that ring?”
and just to prove it, he pulls out his wallet. there’s nothing inside except a sticker, a dust bunny, and a bottle cap.
Now, that frown was coming back. Suzie was starting to realize that... perhaps he wasn’t joking. Normally, he wouldn’t push this hard for just a silly game, at least not with her. She began to shift anxiously on her feet, heels clatting against the pavement; A very bad habit of hers.
❝ But― That’s impossible. ❞ She said to herself, shoulders slumping.
Was she going crazy? No, she couldn’t be, she knew what she remembered! Snapping her fingers, she shied away from the man, opening that massive purse of hers to dig around for her bright red wallet. There was proof she wasn’t insane in there!
The poor woman unclasped her wallet, opening it up and thumbing through everything while still shifting from left to right. A bunch of business cards for different greenhouses, coupons for fabric stores, and lose coins for the subway were strewn about the pockets. But, with enough digging, she eventually found her Visa with an ‘ah-ha’, and turned it towards him.
❝ See! Look here, it has my surname ‘Quatro’, and then beneath that, ‘Joestar’. ❞
If he was still joking with her, she’d be more than a little cross with him, especially since she was getting so worried over it. Though, that whole train of thought was thrown out the window once she glanced down at his wallet again. One, two... Two hands. Two intact, very not robotic hands. This... was certainly not her Jojo.
❝ Oh― Oh, dear. ❞ Well, now she was about to cry! What a predicament.