[Text, sorry not sorry]

[strings_theory]

Heeeeey, it's me again. Your friendly shitposter or something.

I would like it to be known that if it was space llama asshole that took away our shit, that it's really fucking inconvenient to have to buy rope when I could have just used my own fucking body.

DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH ROPE CAN COST AND HOW MUCH OF A PAIN IN THE FUCKING ASS IT IS TO CLEAN IT LATER???? GOD. Like having my starter kind of mirror my Stand's cool and shit, but I really miss the whole unwinding my body thing, you feel?

Also, if anyone's gonna say shit about my hating the fanciful pompous duo and still participating: shut the fuck up, that was not out of my own want.

[Video]

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[Angel's gear flicks on, opening to a rather... exasperated face. Those familiar with the region will recognize Olivine in the background, as well as the faint sound of waves and a breeze. Not that Angel seems to be enjoying that sea breeze -- seeing as how her finger and thumb are clamped over her nose.

Nearby, there's a visibly fainted Durant, currently being looked over by one confused Torch Dragon, and a smug looking Adorababy.]

I just have one question. [Yes, her voice is nasally due to her current predicament.] Why do Durants smell like grapes?