“My name is Giorno Giovanna. Nice to meet you.”

How polite she was.

As a newbie of the group she found herself in, Giorno figured she’d try and get a long without any problems. Sure, she “drank” a certain yellow liquid (she’ll forever be thankful for jellyfish) to earn trust and loyalty, perhaps a method for her to show that she won’t act cowardly, it really didn’t get any better.

How would she entertain herself? Perhapswith her new friends? Mista? Bruno? Narancia? Fugo? Abbachio? She’s not one to be harsh or rude, but getting herself into this situation wasn’t something to be surprised over.

”I want to be a Gangster!”

That part of herself never left, as if she stuck true to herself. And she wasn’t entirely in the mood to do otherwise, morals exist for a reason. Ridding the world from drugs so human life won’t be wasted, maybe desire to reshape Italy would happen to pass by her head?

That would be for another day. That, she tells herself constantly.

“May I borrow you for a second? There’s a place I want to go to, and you happen to be the only one available. Nothing to do at the moment, so I figured this would help ease our minds.”

As stand users, it was like it was bound to be. And with you only showing up roughly several hours later, this was going to happen anyway. No saying no.