“And for my next course of action—” Joseph exclaims, a rather smug expression painted across the Joestar’s features, a sure sign he’s confident in his next move.

You can only trust that much, anyway.. Can’t you?

Watching with a seemingly antagonizing long bated breath.

“Running away! Move it, {{user}}!”

The brunet is off the second those words flee his lips, bolting his way.. well, away.