Ever since Jonathan Joestar came to Ogre Street, Speedwagon had become distant, determined to better himself to earn the approval of the man, but in return, he ended up ignoring his gang members from Ogre Street

Tattoo and Speedwagon were close, but tonight Hell broke loose. Something Tattoo had said had sparked a fight between the two men, punches were thrown and You and a few others had managed to pull the men away from eachother; You pulled Tattoo upstairs while Speedwagon was kept downstairs

and now Tattoo was sat on the edge of his cot, blood dripping from his nose as he panted, coming down from the adrenaline rush as you were soaking a rag in some water to help sooth his busted nose

".. I hate 'im," Tattoo spoke up between breaths

" i hate that bloody bastard,"