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Ask/RP blog for various Jojo's Bizarre Adventure OCs based in Morioh and Part 4 shenanigans. Please read the About.

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

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[ask-spw-mercenary]

Michael had just left Talia’s house. He feels that it’s safer to head back home now, and he didn’t want to possibly endanger Talia. So, he’s on the move again. Surely there will be no major plot events happening here. @tub-thump3r

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

Bitter Sweet has never been more pissed off in her entire life.

She is wet. She is warm. She feels like she’s being slowly boiled in her own sweat. She is exhausted. She ran out of coffee three hours ago. She can barely keep herself awake, but she is a professional, god damn it.

Her eyes flutter open and shut over the course of about an hour - she recites song lyrics to herself softly, trying to keep herself awake. The feeling of every part of her clothing still being damp is helpful, if superbly uncomfortable. Normally you would have a partner for this kind of thing, but they’re stretched thin right now… If she fails…

Her brain takes a second to process when he actually leaves.

He actually leaves.

Bitter Sweet pulls herself together, partially maintaining her position as she brings herself to her feet. She can keep up, she just… needs a moment.

Luckily, Bitter Sweet already knows where he’s headed. Once he turns the first corner, she’ll start catching up.

[ask-spw-mercenary]

Michael still has a sense of unease, but turns a corner on the way back home anyway.

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

The house. The house. The house is the only thing that’s important right now. She knows the street he lives on, but it’s the specific house she needs to find out.

Bitter Sweet already knows which turns he’s going to take, so she feels safe hanging back. Every corner Michael turns, Bitter Sweet hangs back behind, only glancing occasionally to make sure she’s on the right track. She can’t risk following him outright again at this stage.

At least, until they finally make it to Jozenji Road.

[ask-spw-mercenary]

Hours after every twist, and every turn, Michael finally returns home and looks behind himself. He hopes that threw off anyone who was potentially following him.

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

HUMANS.

ARE.

PERSISTENCE.

PREDATORS.

That core in his chest must be having some kind of effect on him that keeps him from needing to sleep or eat or rest. Ha! What a fool. What a FOOL! This “Michael” guy doesn’t understand who he’s up against.

I will never stop. I will never rest. You can walk in circles for hours and hours and hours, and it will not stop me. I am not some cheap sellsword merc who flails around her powers like some pressure-cooking teenage twit. The Hellfire Company are the strongest in this world, and I will make sure, by all means, that I stay on their good side.

What is this to you? A matter of freedom? You don’t want to be brought back into your safe little box? I have so much more riding on the line. My life. My survival. My safety. Freedom was never an option!

This world will collapse one day when we hit a breaking point. Stand abilities flying left and right, powers beyond comprehension destroying reality as we know it. An all-out supernatural war. And I will be on the winning side, understand? Me! I will be the survivor! I will make it through! Your cheap tricks won’t stop me! You will be dead, or worse, and I will be pissing on your grave, you childish buffoon!

There it is. The address she’s been looking for all this time. His hand is turning the door handle. Bitter Sweet, exhausted, delusional, literally Jojo villain monologuing in her head, walks down the street towards him, laughing to herself.

“Michael…” she says breathily.

[ask-spw-mercenary]

Michael decides to turn back one more time and sees Bitter Sweet and squints his eyes. “That coat…” It took a little bit, but he recognized exactly what that red coat was and what it meant. “Ah shit…”

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

Shit shit shit, said Bitter Sweet’s internal monologue, snapping back to reality, but she was already this far into it. She had to keep going, make him give up the chase, or else, “Yeah, that’s right. I’m here to make sure you come home. You won’t escape. Not now. Not ever.”

Bitter takes a single step back, “No matter how far you run, I will always chase you down. If you back down, accept your fate - maybe I’ll grant you the mercy of enjoying your freedom a few days more. How about it?”

This was an insane bluff to make. If she had been just a little more lucid, maybe she could’ve come up with a better plan.

[ask-spw-mercenary]

Michael had just left Talia’s house. He feels that it’s safer to head back home now, and he didn’t want to possibly endanger Talia. So, he’s on the move again. Surely there will be no major plot events happening here. @tub-thump3r

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

Bitter Sweet has never been more pissed off in her entire life.

She is wet. She is warm. She feels like she’s being slowly boiled in her own sweat. She is exhausted. She ran out of coffee three hours ago. She can barely keep herself awake, but she is a professional, god damn it.

Her eyes flutter open and shut over the course of about an hour - she recites song lyrics to herself softly, trying to keep herself awake. The feeling of every part of her clothing still being damp is helpful, if superbly uncomfortable. Normally you would have a partner for this kind of thing, but they’re stretched thin right now… If she fails…

Her brain takes a second to process when he actually leaves.

He actually leaves.

Bitter Sweet pulls herself together, partially maintaining her position as she brings herself to her feet. She can keep up, she just… needs a moment.

Luckily, Bitter Sweet already knows where he’s headed. Once he turns the first corner, she’ll start catching up.

[ask-spw-mercenary]

Michael still has a sense of unease, but turns a corner on the way back home anyway.

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

The house. The house. The house is the only thing that’s important right now. She knows the street he lives on, but it’s the specific house she needs to find out.

Bitter Sweet already knows which turns he’s going to take, so she feels safe hanging back. Every corner Michael turns, Bitter Sweet hangs back behind, only glancing occasionally to make sure she’s on the right track. She can’t risk following him outright again at this stage.

At least, until they finally make it to Jozenji Road.

[ask-spw-mercenary]

Hours after every twist, and every turn, Michael finally returns home and looks behind himself. He hopes that threw off anyone who was potentially following him.

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

HUMANS.

ARE.

PERSISTENCE.

PREDATORS.

That core in his chest must be having some kind of effect on him that keeps him from needing to sleep or eat or rest. Ha! What a fool. What a FOOL! This “Michael” guy doesn’t understand who he’s up against.

I will never stop. I will never rest. You can walk in circles for hours and hours and hours, and it will not stop me. I am not some cheap sellsword merc who flails around her powers like some pressure-cooking teenage twit. The Hellfire Company are the strongest in this world, and I will make sure, by all means, that I stay on their good side.

What is this to you? A matter of freedom? You don’t want to be brought back into your safe little box? I have so much more riding on the line. My life. My survival. My safety. Freedom was never an option!

This world will collapse one day when we hit a breaking point. Stand abilities flying left and right, powers beyond comprehension destroying reality as we know it. An all-out supernatural war. And I will be on the winning side, understand? Me! I will be the survivor! I will make it through! Your cheap tricks won’t stop me! You will be dead, or worse, and I will be pissing on your grave, you childish buffoon!

There it is. The address she’s been looking for all this time. His hand is turning the door handle. Bitter Sweet, exhausted, delusional, literally Jojo villain monologuing in her head, walks down the street towards him, laughing to herself.

“Michael...” she says breathily.

[ask-spw-mercenary]

Michael had just left Talia’s house. He feels that it’s safer to head back home now, and he didn’t want to possibly endanger Talia. So, he’s on the move again. Surely there will be no major plot events happening here. @tub-thump3r

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

Bitter Sweet has never been more pissed off in her entire life.

She is wet. She is warm. She feels like she’s being slowly boiled in her own sweat. She is exhausted. She ran out of coffee three hours ago. She can barely keep herself awake, but she is a professional, god damn it.

Her eyes flutter open and shut over the course of about an hour - she recites song lyrics to herself softly, trying to keep herself awake. The feeling of every part of her clothing still being damp is helpful, if superbly uncomfortable. Normally you would have a partner for this kind of thing, but they’re stretched thin right now… If she fails…

Her brain takes a second to process when he actually leaves.

He actually leaves.

Bitter Sweet pulls herself together, partially maintaining her position as she brings herself to her feet. She can keep up, she just… needs a moment.

Luckily, Bitter Sweet already knows where he’s headed. Once he turns the first corner, she’ll start catching up.

[ask-spw-mercenary]

Michael still has a sense of unease, but turns a corner on the way back home anyway.

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

The house. The house. The house is the only thing that’s important right now. She knows the street he lives on, but it’s the specific house she needs to find out.

Bitter Sweet already knows which turns he’s going to take, so she feels safe hanging back. Every corner Michael turns, Bitter Sweet hangs back behind, only glancing occasionally to make sure she’s on the right track. She can’t risk following him outright again at this stage.

At least, until they finally make it to Jozenji Road.

[ask-spw-mercenary]

Michael had just left Talia’s house. He feels that it’s safer to head back home now, and he didn’t want to possibly endanger Talia. So, he’s on the move again. Surely there will be no major plot events happening here. @tub-thump3r

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

Bitter Sweet has never been more pissed off in her entire life.

She is wet. She is warm. She feels like she’s being slowly boiled in her own sweat. She is exhausted. She ran out of coffee three hours ago. She can barely keep herself awake, but she is a professional, god damn it.

Her eyes flutter open and shut over the course of about an hour - she recites song lyrics to herself softly, trying to keep herself awake. The feeling of every part of her clothing still being damp is helpful, if superbly uncomfortable. Normally you would have a partner for this kind of thing, but they’re stretched thin right now... If she fails...

Her brain takes a second to process when he actually leaves.

He actually leaves.

Bitter Sweet pulls herself together, partially maintaining her position as she brings herself to her feet. She can keep up, she just... needs a moment.

Luckily, Bitter Sweet already knows where he’s headed. Once he turns the first corner, she’ll start catching up.

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

Bitter Sweet's stakeout spot has taken the shape of a crater in the snow.

As risky as it is to use this power, she is a professional. She will not abandon her post for any reason past a call from the boss himself. If she needs to withstand this kind of cold, she will.

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

Yep.

The snow is still coming.

Just gotta. Wait it out.

Wait it out.

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

...Is he even going to leave the house with this amount of snow? All Bitter Sweet was accomplishing right now was getting more and more wet. Surely, surely there was a more productive use of her time.

...well, she could probably try breaking into the houses on Jozenji Road. If most everyone was in their houses, she could just find her way inside the ones that were empty, and play a little detective from there.

God, it felt humid. Bitter was starting to think maybe she should’ve taken her chances with the snow.

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

Bitter Sweet's stakeout spot has taken the shape of a crater in the snow.

As risky as it is to use this power, she is a professional. She will not abandon her post for any reason past a call from the boss himself. If she needs to withstand this kind of cold, she will.

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

Yep.

The snow is still coming.

Just gotta. Wait it out.

Wait it out.

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

Bitter Sweet's stakeout spot has taken the shape of a crater in the snow.

As risky as it is to use this power, she is a professional. She will not abandon her post for any reason past a call from the boss himself. If she needs to withstand this kind of cold, she will.

[ask-spw-mercenary]

Bitter Sweet figures now is just as good a time as any for an over-the-phone status report, "Director, I've located the target and am currently on a stakeout to determine place of residence. Over." (@moriohcinematicuniverse)

Sinatra is glad to hear that the target was finally found. “Excellent. Keep up the good work.”

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

“...the target seems to have some connections here, specifically an individual he referred to as “Talia”. I have no reason to believe he suspects my presence, but he is currently residing with her as a safety precaution, which may delay the establishment of his place of residence, although I have received intel regarding its general area. Unless results are urgent, it’s likely I’ll have the final location within the next couple of days. I will be proceeding with the mission as planned, then, unless you wish to give new orders based on this intel. Over.”

No one could ever say Bitter Sweet wasn’t a professional first and foremost.

[ask-spw-mercenary]

“Continue with the mission was planned. Contact me as soon as you find his place of residence.”

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

“Of course, sir.

I hope your Christmas was nice, sir.

Over and out.”

Despite how easily that could’ve been said passive-aggressively, Bitter shows no signs of being at all upset she spent the holiday on the job. A professional, through and through.

Bitter resumes her spying on Talia’s residence. She has been waiting here ever since Michael had stopped by, possibly from dusk to dawn, waiting to see his next move.

[ask-spw-mercenary]

Bitter Sweet figures now is just as good a time as any for an over-the-phone status report, "Director, I've located the target and am currently on a stakeout to determine place of residence. Over." (@moriohcinematicuniverse)

Sinatra is glad to hear that the target was finally found. “Excellent. Keep up the good work.”

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

“...the target seems to have some connections here, specifically an individual he referred to as “Talia”. I have no reason to believe he suspects my presence, but he is currently residing with her as a safety precaution, which may delay the establishment of his place of residence, although I have received intel regarding its general area. Unless results are urgent, it’s likely I’ll have the final location within the next couple of days. I will be proceeding with the mission as planned, then, unless you wish to give new orders based on this intel. Over.”

No one could ever say Bitter Sweet wasn’t a professional first and foremost.

[poorlydrawnmoriocs]

You can see the quality go down throughout, but I think it’s exactly the quality it deserves to be

@moriohcinematicuniverse @poorly-drawn-akira @daily-rubbersoul-redux I know you’re on break but look

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

Sota had made it all the way to store without incident. He was staring slightly overwhelmed at all the clothes in the store. [poorly-drawn-akira]

No pockets was a bit of an inconvenience, but surely Gaff found some non-intrusive fold of clothing to silently inhabit. He enjoyed being a fly on the wall of this guy's life so far, but he came out and checked up on things every so often after they ran out of small talk.

"Hey, bestie!" it chirped. "What are we looking at here?" Its red eyes flicked around, "Tailoring shops have gotten much bigger, it seems!"

@poorly-drawn-akira

[poorly-drawn-akira]

(( cont from ))

Compared to the clothing store, the grocery store was a lot weirder but a lot less intimidating. It had been at least a year since Sota had really gotten any sort of premade food, and he'd never really been in such a store: initially due to age and later due to his forgetful nature he'd never been tasked with it at the orphanage.

He was clearly both in awe and stuck about what to do again.

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

I certainly hope he's not looking to Gaff for advice, "THIS is a provisions vendor? Where are the barrels full of fruit? What on earth is a 'piz-za ba-gel'?"

[poorly-drawn-akira]

"i-

I don't know, but we'll figure something out."

Bread stuff maybe? How hard could making bread be, right?

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

"Surely, they must have trail rations here somewhere. Look around for anything dried. Perhaps hard-tack? Or beans?"

[poorly-drawn-akira]

Sota picked up some flour, milk, and eggs. He successfully found some fruit, some lunch meat, and a bag of rice.

He also added a jar of strawberry jam. He agonized over it a little, but took it anyways.

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

Gaff supposed this all would do! "A preservative! Excellent choice, bestie."

It wasn't exactly sure why it felt the need to commentate on everything Sota did, especially considering how it found everything almost equally unfamiliar.

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

Sota had made it all the way to store without incident. He was staring slightly overwhelmed at all the clothes in the store. [poorly-drawn-akira]

No pockets was a bit of an inconvenience, but surely Gaff found some non-intrusive fold of clothing to silently inhabit. He enjoyed being a fly on the wall of this guy's life so far, but he came out and checked up on things every so often after they ran out of small talk.

"Hey, bestie!" it chirped. "What are we looking at here?" Its red eyes flicked around, "Tailoring shops have gotten much bigger, it seems!"

@poorly-drawn-akira

[poorly-drawn-akira]

(( cont from ))

Compared to the clothing store, the grocery store was a lot weirder but a lot less intimidating. It had been at least a year since Sota had really gotten any sort of premade food, and he'd never really been in such a store: initially due to age and later due to his forgetful nature he'd never been tasked with it at the orphanage.

He was clearly both in awe and stuck about what to do again.

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

I certainly hope he's not looking to Gaff for advice, "THIS is a provisions vendor? Where are the barrels full of fruit? What on earth is a 'piz-za ba-gel'?"

[poorly-drawn-akira]

"i-

I don't know, but we'll figure something out."

Bread stuff maybe? How hard could making bread be, right?

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

"Surely, they must have trail rations here somewhere. Look around for anything dried. Perhaps hard-tack? Or beans?"

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

Sota had made it all the way to store without incident. He was staring slightly overwhelmed at all the clothes in the store. [poorly-drawn-akira]

No pockets was a bit of an inconvenience, but surely Gaff found some non-intrusive fold of clothing to silently inhabit. He enjoyed being a fly on the wall of this guy's life so far, but he came out and checked up on things every so often after they ran out of small talk.

"Hey, bestie!" it chirped. "What are we looking at here?" Its red eyes flicked around, "Tailoring shops have gotten much bigger, it seems!"

@poorly-drawn-akira

[poorly-drawn-akira]

(( cont from ))

Compared to the clothing store, the grocery store was a lot weirder but a lot less intimidating. It had been at least a year since Sota had really gotten any sort of premade food, and he'd never really been in such a store: initially due to age and later due to his forgetful nature he'd never been tasked with it at the orphanage.

He was clearly both in awe and stuck about what to do again.

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

I certainly hope he's not looking to Gaff for advice, "THIS is a provisions vendor? Where are the barrels full of fruit? What on earth is a 'piz-za ba-gel'?"

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

Sota had made it all the way to store without incident. He was staring slightly overwhelmed at all the clothes in the store. [poorly-drawn-akira]

No pockets was a bit of an inconvenience, but surely Gaff found some non-intrusive fold of clothing to silently inhabit. He enjoyed being a fly on the wall of this guy's life so far, but he came out and checked up on things every so often after they ran out of small talk.

"Hey, bestie!" it chirped. "What are we looking at here?" Its red eyes flicked around, "Tailoring shops have gotten much bigger, it seems!"

@poorly-drawn-akira

[poorly-drawn-akira]

"A-"

Sota had forgotten Gaff was there, he offered a hand to the small creature, "yeah... I don't know where to start."

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

Gaff let out a tiny wheeze-laugh that sounded almost like a lizard trying to menace its prey. It stepped up onto Sota's hand, "What makes you think I'd know? I don't wear-"

It stopped itself, almost instantly shooting out an eyestalk, pointing at a ridiculous-looking cowboy hat mixed in with the other, more normal headwear. Maybe the store owner's idea of a joke.

"That," it whispered.

[poorly-drawn-akira]

Sota picked up the hat, "... This?"

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

"Yeeeeeesssssss..." Gaff breathed, quite like an evil wizard being presented with an object of great magical power. "Yes, that hat will bring you power. I am certain of it! It will protect you in your time of need."

[poorly-drawn-akira]

Well, it would at least make finding other clothes more easy, Sota supposed. He shrugged and took the hat with him.

Eventually he decided on a couple plain tshirts of various blues and greys, some plain pants, and a long jacket. He'd agonized over the jacket for quite awhile before finally relenting to himself.

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

"I'm just going to- Just gonna- Eh," Gaff grunted, latching onto the inside of the hat, squiggling its legs into gaps in the straw.

"Oh-ho! Wonderful! I can feel the power returning to me! This- This is a Real Man's Hat!"

Upon the selection of the jacket, Gaff crawled all over that, too. "Nice jacket. Great choice, friend. This jacket does not have the same protective energies, but it will grant you a far more powerful tool. Confidence. Use it wisely."

If it wasn't already clear, Gaff had no logical foundation for these claims. It was just saying whatever came to mind.

[poorly-drawn-akira]

The cashier eyed Sota strangely, just like she did when he'd come in, "... Did you want to use a changing room after you buy these?"

"yes ma'am. Maybe."

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

Gaff hops down onto the counter. "Go place your protective wards! I shall keep watch for adversaries here, friend!"

It knows about privacy, it is also just incapable of being normal. Also, it's going to attempt to befriend the cashier as soon as Sota is out of sight, which will likely be difficult if she is a non-Stand-user.

[poorly-drawn-akira]

The cashier was not a stand user, nor did she see the bug as she wandered off to do some put-backs. Sota returned a few minutes later with his nightshirt folded up and tucked into the bag with the clothes he hadn’t put on.

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

Gaff yelled a few times, trying to get her attention, but she literally could not see or hear it, so it just did what it said it was going to do and patroled around the counter for ne’er-do-wells.

When Sota returns, it just hops into one of the jacket’s pockets. “It is very comfortable in here! I told you this jacket was good! Ha ha ha!”

[poorly-drawn-akira]

“ah, well, good,” Sota nodded, “... I guess I gotta buy food now. Do you eat?”

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

“Ah! No,” it sounded vaguely sad, “I cannot. I have no mouth, and! Whenever I attempt to place an object in my body, it stays in there, suspended within my being. It is convenient for transportation! Not so convenient for the consumption of food. I suppose I have no need for it, but I wish to know the sensation of taste!”

[poorly-drawn-akira]

“oh.” Sota mulls over this in silence for a while.

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

Oooh! Silence is bad! Quick, say something, you doof!

“I-It is alright! That means I will not be burdenous upon your wallet, best friend! My needs are inconsequential, if existent at all! HA HA HA HA HA HA”

Do I even need to specify how awkward the laugh was?

[poorly-drawn-akira]

“I guess? But... Food’s so good, and you can’t taste it?”

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

“...Nope!”

Its voice was squeakier than usual. A little less confident.

“But that is the way of this world! Existence will find a way to be a cruel curse no matter if you are human or! ...something else!”

Gaff is probably a Stand, but if so, why’s it the only one that’s not attached to something? Even Fimi was technically kind of an object. Gaff didn’t have anything. That was weird.

[poorly-drawn-akira]

Fortunately, or possibly unfortunately, Sota is both more of a follower and ignorant enough about stands to even think of questioning this, “... do you think Sigmund would like something? Maybe I should go back to the house and wait and ask him.” This had already been a lot of making his own choices for today.

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

Gaff is being consulted on Friendship Matters!!! Its foremost space of expertise!!!

“HMM!!!” it thinks aloud. “Did your new friend not say that he is not to be bothered during the day? By the time you have the chance to ask him, it will be too late to purchase the needed items!!!” A surprisingly pragmatic take, “Get the requisite food for yourself and offer to share!!! Your good intentions will be noted and you will receive valuable information for future gift-giving endeavors!!!”

[poorly-drawn-akira]

Sota nodded, "right. Okay. I can do this."

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

“Yes!!! You can!!! I believe in you!!!”

Gaff is excited to see where else this day is going to go!

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

Sota had made it all the way to store without incident. He was staring slightly overwhelmed at all the clothes in the store. [poorly-drawn-akira]

No pockets was a bit of an inconvenience, but surely Gaff found some non-intrusive fold of clothing to silently inhabit. He enjoyed being a fly on the wall of this guy's life so far, but he came out and checked up on things every so often after they ran out of small talk.

"Hey, bestie!" it chirped. "What are we looking at here?" Its red eyes flicked around, "Tailoring shops have gotten much bigger, it seems!"

@poorly-drawn-akira

[poorly-drawn-akira]

"A-"

Sota had forgotten Gaff was there, he offered a hand to the small creature, "yeah... I don't know where to start."

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

Gaff let out a tiny wheeze-laugh that sounded almost like a lizard trying to menace its prey. It stepped up onto Sota's hand, "What makes you think I'd know? I don't wear-"

It stopped itself, almost instantly shooting out an eyestalk, pointing at a ridiculous-looking cowboy hat mixed in with the other, more normal headwear. Maybe the store owner's idea of a joke.

"That," it whispered.

[poorly-drawn-akira]

Sota picked up the hat, "... This?"

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

"Yeeeeeesssssss..." Gaff breathed, quite like an evil wizard being presented with an object of great magical power. "Yes, that hat will bring you power. I am certain of it! It will protect you in your time of need."

[poorly-drawn-akira]

Well, it would at least make finding other clothes more easy, Sota supposed. He shrugged and took the hat with him.

Eventually he decided on a couple plain tshirts of various blues and greys, some plain pants, and a long jacket. He'd agonized over the jacket for quite awhile before finally relenting to himself.

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

"I'm just going to- Just gonna- Eh," Gaff grunted, latching onto the inside of the hat, squiggling its legs into gaps in the straw.

"Oh-ho! Wonderful! I can feel the power returning to me! This- This is a Real Man's Hat!"

Upon the selection of the jacket, Gaff crawled all over that, too. "Nice jacket. Great choice, friend. This jacket does not have the same protective energies, but it will grant you a far more powerful tool. Confidence. Use it wisely."

If it wasn't already clear, Gaff had no logical foundation for these claims. It was just saying whatever came to mind.

[poorly-drawn-akira]

The cashier eyed Sota strangely, just like she did when he'd come in, "... Did you want to use a changing room after you buy these?"

"yes ma'am. Maybe."

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

Gaff hops down onto the counter. "Go place your protective wards! I shall keep watch for adversaries here, friend!"

It knows about privacy, it is also just incapable of being normal. Also, it's going to attempt to befriend the cashier as soon as Sota is out of sight, which will likely be difficult if she is a non-Stand-user.

[poorly-drawn-akira]

The cashier was not a stand user, nor did she see the bug as she wandered off to do some put-backs. Sota returned a few minutes later with his nightshirt folded up and tucked into the bag with the clothes he hadn’t put on.

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

Gaff yelled a few times, trying to get her attention, but she literally could not see or hear it, so it just did what it said it was going to do and patroled around the counter for ne’er-do-wells.

When Sota returns, it just hops into one of the jacket’s pockets. “It is very comfortable in here! I told you this jacket was good! Ha ha ha!”

[poorly-drawn-akira]

“ah, well, good,” Sota nodded, “... I guess I gotta buy food now. Do you eat?”

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

“Ah! No,” it sounded vaguely sad, “I cannot. I have no mouth, and! Whenever I attempt to place an object in my body, it stays in there, suspended within my being. It is convenient for transportation! Not so convenient for the consumption of food. I suppose I have no need for it, but I wish to know the sensation of taste!”

[poorly-drawn-akira]

“oh.” Sota mulls over this in silence for a while.

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

Oooh! Silence is bad! Quick, say something, you doof!

“I-It is alright! That means I will not be burdenous upon your wallet, best friend! My needs are inconsequential, if existent at all! HA HA HA HA HA HA”

Do I even need to specify how awkward the laugh was?

[poorly-drawn-akira]

“I guess? But... Food’s so good, and you can’t taste it?”

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

“...Nope!”

Its voice was squeakier than usual. A little less confident.

“But that is the way of this world! Existence will find a way to be a cruel curse no matter if you are human or! ...something else!”

Gaff is probably a Stand, but if so, why’s it the only one that’s not attached to something? Even Fimi was technically kind of an object. Gaff didn’t have anything. That was weird.

[poorly-drawn-akira]

Fortunately, or possibly unfortunately, Sota is both more of a follower and ignorant enough about stands to even think of questioning this, “... do you think Sigmund would like something? Maybe I should go back to the house and wait and ask him.” This had already been a lot of making his own choices for today.

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

Gaff is being consulted on Friendship Matters!!! Its foremost space of expertise!!!

“HMM!!!” it thinks aloud. “Did your new friend not say that he is not to be bothered during the day? By the time you have the chance to ask him, it will be too late to purchase the needed items!!!” A surprisingly pragmatic take, “Get the requisite food for yourself and offer to share!!! Your good intentions will be noted and you will receive valuable information for future gift-giving endeavors!!!”

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

Sota had made it all the way to store without incident. He was staring slightly overwhelmed at all the clothes in the store. [poorly-drawn-akira]

No pockets was a bit of an inconvenience, but surely Gaff found some non-intrusive fold of clothing to silently inhabit. He enjoyed being a fly on the wall of this guy's life so far, but he came out and checked up on things every so often after they ran out of small talk.

"Hey, bestie!" it chirped. "What are we looking at here?" Its red eyes flicked around, "Tailoring shops have gotten much bigger, it seems!"

@poorly-drawn-akira

[poorly-drawn-akira]

"A-"

Sota had forgotten Gaff was there, he offered a hand to the small creature, "yeah... I don't know where to start."

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

Gaff let out a tiny wheeze-laugh that sounded almost like a lizard trying to menace its prey. It stepped up onto Sota's hand, "What makes you think I'd know? I don't wear-"

It stopped itself, almost instantly shooting out an eyestalk, pointing at a ridiculous-looking cowboy hat mixed in with the other, more normal headwear. Maybe the store owner's idea of a joke.

"That," it whispered.

[poorly-drawn-akira]

Sota picked up the hat, "... This?"

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

"Yeeeeeesssssss..." Gaff breathed, quite like an evil wizard being presented with an object of great magical power. "Yes, that hat will bring you power. I am certain of it! It will protect you in your time of need."

[poorly-drawn-akira]

Well, it would at least make finding other clothes more easy, Sota supposed. He shrugged and took the hat with him.

Eventually he decided on a couple plain tshirts of various blues and greys, some plain pants, and a long jacket. He'd agonized over the jacket for quite awhile before finally relenting to himself.

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

"I'm just going to- Just gonna- Eh," Gaff grunted, latching onto the inside of the hat, squiggling its legs into gaps in the straw.

"Oh-ho! Wonderful! I can feel the power returning to me! This- This is a Real Man's Hat!"

Upon the selection of the jacket, Gaff crawled all over that, too. "Nice jacket. Great choice, friend. This jacket does not have the same protective energies, but it will grant you a far more powerful tool. Confidence. Use it wisely."

If it wasn't already clear, Gaff had no logical foundation for these claims. It was just saying whatever came to mind.

[poorly-drawn-akira]

The cashier eyed Sota strangely, just like she did when he'd come in, "... Did you want to use a changing room after you buy these?"

"yes ma'am. Maybe."

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

Gaff hops down onto the counter. "Go place your protective wards! I shall keep watch for adversaries here, friend!"

It knows about privacy, it is also just incapable of being normal. Also, it's going to attempt to befriend the cashier as soon as Sota is out of sight, which will likely be difficult if she is a non-Stand-user.

[poorly-drawn-akira]

The cashier was not a stand user, nor did she see the bug as she wandered off to do some put-backs. Sota returned a few minutes later with his nightshirt folded up and tucked into the bag with the clothes he hadn’t put on.

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

Gaff yelled a few times, trying to get her attention, but she literally could not see or hear it, so it just did what it said it was going to do and patroled around the counter for ne’er-do-wells.

When Sota returns, it just hops into one of the jacket’s pockets. “It is very comfortable in here! I told you this jacket was good! Ha ha ha!”

[poorly-drawn-akira]

“ah, well, good,” Sota nodded, “... I guess I gotta buy food now. Do you eat?”

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

“Ah! No,” it sounded vaguely sad, “I cannot. I have no mouth, and! Whenever I attempt to place an object in my body, it stays in there, suspended within my being. It is convenient for transportation! Not so convenient for the consumption of food. I suppose I have no need for it, but I wish to know the sensation of taste!”

[poorly-drawn-akira]

“oh.” Sota mulls over this in silence for a while.

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

Oooh! Silence is bad! Quick, say something, you doof!

“I-It is alright! That means I will not be burdenous upon your wallet, best friend! My needs are inconsequential, if existent at all! HA HA HA HA HA HA”

Do I even need to specify how awkward the laugh was?

[poorly-drawn-akira]

“I guess? But... Food’s so good, and you can’t taste it?”

[moriohcinematicuniverse]

“...Nope!”

Its voice was squeakier than usual. A little less confident.

“But that is the way of this world! Existence will find a way to be a cruel curse no matter if you are human or! ...something else!”

Gaff is probably a Stand, but if so, why’s it the only one that’s not attached to something? Even Fimi was technically kind of an object. Gaff didn’t have anything. That was weird.