[Well, that's all right, then. He's not quite so dependant on the stuff, but he's had days like that. Satisfied, Polnareff threads his fingers together behind his head, leaning back into them as they walk towards the beach.
It's a pleasant journey, albeit a bit quieter than they'd been before. Bruno doesn't offer much, though he's not impolite-- just quiet, giving scraps of answers to Polnareff's incessant questions. Eventually, he gives up on getting something from Bruno and shifts entirely into storymode-- yammering on about Stands he and Jotaro and Kakyoin fought, or cafes they visited, or some meal he ate once in Germany.
By the time they get to the beach, it's nearly noon. It's almost unbearably hot, but that just makes the allure of the ocean all the stronger. Polnareff's outright beaming as he sets the backpack down a few meters away from the shore, nearly vibrating in his excitement.]
They're gonna be so jealous-- I'm definitely taking pictures, I brought my watch just for that.
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It's a pleasant journey, albeit a bit quieter than they'd been before. Bruno doesn't offer much, though he's not impolite-- just quiet, giving scraps of answers to Polnareff's incessant questions. Eventually, he gives up on getting something from Bruno and shifts entirely into storymode-- yammering on about Stands he and Jotaro and Kakyoin fought, or cafes they visited, or some meal he ate once in Germany.
By the time they get to the beach, it's nearly noon. It's almost unbearably hot, but that just makes the allure of the ocean all the stronger. Polnareff's outright beaming as he sets the backpack down a few meters away from the shore, nearly vibrating in his excitement.]
They're gonna be so jealous-- I'm definitely taking pictures, I brought my watch just for that.