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[jojosmodernlife-blog]

here i am (i don't know if the message sent the first time? i hope it's no trouble if i send it again)

It did send, sorry for the lateness! Welcome

-Mod Rohan

[crimesofpassione-blog]

closed rp with pinkflavoredcandy

Giorno Giovanna may be a feared and respected mafia boss, but he was still a teenager. And teenagers still have to go to school. So, despite achieving his life-long dream of becoming a gang-star, Giorno had to make time every day to study. The school library was his favorite place, but today, it was crowded there. Giorno’s newfound infamy made him feel uneasy in big groups, since he knew that there were Passione members that would gladly make an attempt on his life. Members that preferred the old policies, before Giorno went public as the boss. Or members that simply didn’t want to be controlled by a kid. Giorno felt more sympathy for the latter bunch. Luckily for him, there was a public library in town, too. It was much larger, of course, but Giorno figured that he might be able to find a quiet place to study. He was probably more likely to be recognized in a public place, but at least some how his bodyguards could mix in with the crowd there. There were two in the tram with him, in civilian clothes. Giorno glanced over the other people inside the tram, and his eyes were soon met with a surprise. A surprise he didn’t know if he found unpleasant or not. Hair like cotton candy that had spent a few minutes inside a wind tunnel. The form in which the person was sitting was recognizable, too. Blunt, but feminine. There was absolutely no grace to any of her movements or to any word that came out of her mouth, yet there still was. Giorno couldn’t explain it, and never even bothered to try.

“Trish Una...” he mouthed to himself. The old lady next to him saw him stare at the young woman, and scooted closer to the window, away from Giorno. Giorno had two options at this moment. He could chat her up, but that could have ugly consequences. He didn’t know for who, but just... in general. Or he could ignore her, but who knew when he was going to run into her again? After all, she was like an old friend. Kind of. Not really. They’d just gone through al ot of shit together, and maybe it would be weird if he didn’t talk to her. Instead, he decided to wait. He was sure she would eventually notice him, too. And if not, that was just as well.