[An annoyed grumble escapes Abbacchio, his eyes managing to open as he peers up at Jotaro. He puts a hand on the other man's wrist, but doesn't actively try to shove him off.]
Fuck you.
[The words are mumbled. He pauses, then snorts.]
Heh. Already did. [Wait, more importantly:] Don't have to be carried.
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Fuck you.
[The words are mumbled. He pauses, then snorts.]
Heh. Already did. [Wait, more importantly:] Don't have to be carried.