Giorno felt the need to tap this man's shoulder, so he did just that. A gentle touch, no more noticeable than a mere butterfly landing onto Jotaro's shoulder. "Chi sei?— Scusa, I mean, who are you?", he mused.
“…” Jotaro raised a brow at the touch upon his shoulder, aquamarine hues glancing behind him to catch a glimpse of the stranger. Shrugging off the foreign touch, he released a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. “What do you want, kid?” He questioned in return, not wishing to disclose his name to a man he has never met before as he ignored the initial inquiry of the other.












