[voice]

[gospelofgreen]

I should be okay for now...oh, that must mean it’s working. This is for sending messages, right? I’ve never been too good with technology.

I’d like to thank whoever took care of my wound. It doesn’t hurt much anymore, which is more than I could've hoped...But I don’t understand why I’ve been dumped outside without so much as a “how do you do

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[3_hat_day]

A certain bodyguard or just any bodyguard?

[gospelofgreen]

A very particular one. He's got blond hair that sticks out all over and a large broadsword. Have you seen him?

[3_hat_day]

Oh hay! I remember that guy!

... He's not here anymore, sadly, but I DO know him!

[gospelofgreen]

I missed him?! Where did he go? [She's not quiiite up to speed with this whole "you only leave by getting sent back home" concept.]

[3_hat_day]

Home.

[gospelofgreen]

But...

I see.

Thanks for telling me. I'm Aerith.

[3_hat_day]

Joseph Joestar, at your service.

[gospelofgreen]

Are you a bodyguard, then?

[3_hat_day]

I can be.

[gospelofgreen]

I'll keep that in mind in case I need one, then.

[3_hat_day]

Keep "Jojo" in mind. It's easier to remember.

[gospelofgreen]

[...A small giggle, despite the circumstances.] "Jojo". It's kind of cute. I like that.

[3_hat_day]

"Cute", eh? Welp, I'll take it.

[gospelofgreen]

You should. It says something about a guy's confidence if he's not afraid to be a little cute.

Looks like people are living over there...I see a school. Mariner High? That should be safe for now, right?

[3_hat_day]

Honestly? It's the safest place in town.

[gospelofgreen]

...Hmm. That's reassuring. [And maybe a touch worrying, too, given its state, but Aerith can't complain.] Thank you, Jojo.