[Holy hell, being sick really sucked. Risotto could feel his Stand slowly writhe all over with every ache he felt in his body, and being told to not do anything? It pretty much made him restless.
Which was why when he turns over and sees Pesci, he tries to leave his bed, messy appearance and all.]
Ah, Pesci. [coughs and gives a weak handwave] Just leave it on the table. I'll get it.
Pesciiiiiii!!
Which was why when he turns over and sees Pesci, he tries to leave his bed, messy appearance and all.]
Ah, Pesci. [coughs and gives a weak handwave] Just leave it on the table. I'll get it.