[Even before Mista says anything, it's probably pretty obvious what the answer to Shinjiro's question is. Because even before Mista says anything, he groans, loud and put-upon but not actually mad. You know. The Mom Groanâ„¢?]
Come on, you little bastards, give the guy some space—
[Too late. The Pistols are flying around Castor at top speed, examining him and giving their opinions in loud high-pitched voices. Their opinions are generally things like: WOW! and YAHOO! and LOOK AT THE SPIKE, IT GOES RIGHT THROUGH! They are not polite, but they are enthusiastic.]
Jesus. What? [He blinks at Shinjiro, appearing confused by the question. Because he is confused by the question.] I mean, no, they did that. They wanted to check him out. And make a dramatic entrance, I fuckin' guess. Hey!
[This to the one with a 3 on its forehead, which is cackling and reaching out to touch Castor's hair(?).]
Don't fuckin' touch people's Stands, it's like you were born two minutes ago! They're like kids, I swear . . . They'll slap their hands down on lit stoves if you don't watch 'em.
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Come on, you little bastards, give the guy some space—
[Too late. The Pistols are flying around Castor at top speed, examining him and giving their opinions in loud high-pitched voices. Their opinions are generally things like: WOW! and YAHOO! and LOOK AT THE SPIKE, IT GOES RIGHT THROUGH! They are not polite, but they are enthusiastic.]
Jesus. What? [He blinks at Shinjiro, appearing confused by the question. Because he is confused by the question.] I mean, no, they did that. They wanted to check him out. And make a dramatic entrance, I fuckin' guess. Hey!
[This to the one with a 3 on its forehead, which is cackling and reaching out to touch Castor's hair(?).]
Don't fuckin' touch people's Stands, it's like you were born two minutes ago! They're like kids, I swear . . . They'll slap their hands down on lit stoves if you don't watch 'em.