Somewhere near the Mall
[Giorno is used to his world crashing down around him. It has, multiple times throughout his life. This wasn't any different, and even if he didn't know the streets here like the back of his hand he certainly did at home. Growing up a latchkey kid had its benefits, probably. So after the introduction, getting his phone and necklace and everything, Giorno takes off on his own. He wanders for a bit, money hot in his pocket but he's also looking to make more.]
[It kind of sucked to go through everything he'd just done just to end up back on the streets pick pocketing people, but again. Survival is a trait he gets from his Joestar and his Brando blood. So your character will see a young blond boy, about fifteen years old, with a very specific hairstyle wandering around, his hands shoved in his pockets and exploring. He doesn't seem too bothered by his predicament at all, but he's probably new.]
Scuse me.
[Giorno stops the next person he sees on the street, a soft look on his face. Between neutral and a smile, friendly. He pulls his hands out of his pockets to speak, waving them a little out of habit. You might recognize an Italian accent, if your character is familiar.]
Want to see a magic trick?
[Giorno is used to his world crashing down around him. It has, multiple times throughout his life. This wasn't any different, and even if he didn't know the streets here like the back of his hand he certainly did at home. Growing up a latchkey kid had its benefits, probably. So after the introduction, getting his phone and necklace and everything, Giorno takes off on his own. He wanders for a bit, money hot in his pocket but he's also looking to make more.]
[It kind of sucked to go through everything he'd just done just to end up back on the streets pick pocketing people, but again. Survival is a trait he gets from his Joestar and his Brando blood. So your character will see a young blond boy, about fifteen years old, with a very specific hairstyle wandering around, his hands shoved in his pockets and exploring. He doesn't seem too bothered by his predicament at all, but he's probably new.]
Scuse me.
[Giorno stops the next person he sees on the street, a soft look on his face. Between neutral and a smile, friendly. He pulls his hands out of his pockets to speak, waving them a little out of habit. You might recognize an Italian accent, if your character is familiar.]
Want to see a magic trick?
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