[His bed is a lot nicer than he remembers. There's paint on the walls and American comics on the floor.
Okuyasu throws himself off the bed and stumbles into a fighting stance. Wherever he is, it's not any house in Morioh he recognizes and is probably some kind of weird Stand thing. Yeah, maybe someone got mad at him and threw him into someone else's house. Josuke and the others are probably already fighting the bastard already.]
Yeah. I'll see if I can sneak out and - what the hell am I wearing?
[These are old man pajamas! What happened to his actual clothes? That's it. An angry 16-year-old delinquent runs down the stairs, storms into the living room, and kicks the wall to make his entrance.]
Alright, tell me! Who are you and what do you want!
Block Party
[Okuyasu is not someone who will ever turn down free food, even if everyone here is being weird. It's not so bad, having all of these games set up for him even if he is on the older end of childhood.
That's why he's going through the obstacle course at least five times. He has to prove to the other guys that he's way better than them at this sort of stuff, complete with a Jojo victory pose at the end of the course. Okuyasu's a really fit teenager, having fought for most of his life, and jumping over the tires is no hard task for him. Climb up a rope ladder? He went up a building before, this is nothing!]
So whaddya say? Impressed, huh?
[Eventually, he finds himself accepting a gelatin mold (better than nothing) a party hat, and another, smaller gelatin mold. How could he have ever hated this creepy American town?
Alright, so everyone here is weird, but that doesn't stop the tears from welling in his eyes.]
Candy | cw: vomiting
[Someone didn't explain Halloween to Okuyasu, but he still got free candy for showing up with the smaller kids. He knows he shouldn't like it here, but at least he's not being killed! Or maybe he secretly is, but the other people in his house are figuring out how to escape. It's not like they can be stuck here forever.
With his modest haul dumped onto the table, Okuyasu is ready for a nap after he tries out this "popcorn ball thing."]
So, is this marshmallow? 'Cause I think there's somethin' else in it. [Oh well. He pops the rest of the treat into his mouth and the awful aftertaste hits his mouth.] Oh, fuck!. [He clutches his throat as he feels his stomach start to retch.]
What was th-
[Before he finishes the sentence, he throws up all over the table, covering the rest of the candy.]
Okuyasu Nijimura | JJBA
[His bed is a lot nicer than he remembers. There's paint on the walls and American comics on the floor.
Okuyasu throws himself off the bed and stumbles into a fighting stance. Wherever he is, it's not any house in Morioh he recognizes and is probably some kind of weird Stand thing. Yeah, maybe someone got mad at him and threw him into someone else's house. Josuke and the others are probably already fighting the bastard already.]
Yeah. I'll see if I can sneak out and - what the hell am I wearing?
[These are old man pajamas! What happened to his actual clothes? That's it. An angry 16-year-old delinquent runs down the stairs, storms into the living room, and kicks the wall to make his entrance.]
Alright, tell me! Who are you and what do you want!
Block Party
[Okuyasu is not someone who will ever turn down free food, even if everyone here is being weird. It's not so bad, having all of these games set up for him even if he is on the older end of childhood.
That's why he's going through the obstacle course at least five times. He has to prove to the other guys that he's way better than them at this sort of stuff, complete with a Jojo victory pose at the end of the course. Okuyasu's a really fit teenager, having fought for most of his life, and jumping over the tires is no hard task for him. Climb up a rope ladder? He went up a building before, this is nothing!]
So whaddya say? Impressed, huh?
[Eventually, he finds himself accepting a gelatin mold (better than nothing) a party hat, and another, smaller gelatin mold. How could he have ever hated this creepy American town?
Alright, so everyone here is weird, but that doesn't stop the tears from welling in his eyes.]
Candy | cw: vomiting
[Someone didn't explain Halloween to Okuyasu, but he still got free candy for showing up with the smaller kids. He knows he shouldn't like it here, but at least he's not being killed! Or maybe he secretly is, but the other people in his house are figuring out how to escape. It's not like they can be stuck here forever.
With his modest haul dumped onto the table, Okuyasu is ready for a nap after he tries out this "popcorn ball thing."]
So, is this marshmallow? 'Cause I think there's somethin' else in it. [Oh well. He pops the rest of the treat into his mouth and the awful aftertaste hits his mouth.] Oh, fuck!. [He clutches his throat as he feels his stomach start to retch.]
What was th-
[Before he finishes the sentence, he throws up all over the table, covering the rest of the candy.]