[ Just as he's about to try to deal with Fou (GENTLY) himself, Mark jumps in front of him and takes the brunt of the attack. Here's where he now regrets not telling him this entire time that he isn't normal — Mark shouldn't be throwing himself around like that. His mouth gapes, and he turns immediately after Mark gets blown past him, keeping his Stand called out in the case there's more incoming Fou attacks. ]
Shit, Mark! Ritsuka — hold him back!
[ He calls out, scrambling over the distance no longer worried about smudging grass stains or mud on his shoes. Mercifully, Mark is in his reach after a short, clumsy struggle to get closer, and Mark will notice that the moment Josuke's hand brushes the front of his chest, all his pain seems to be negated, melting away into nothingness. Whatever wound was there closes miraculously fast, by some unseen force. Almost as though time rewinded.
Josuke leaves the front of his shirt torn, and he any minor blood spill that might've happened to get on the shirt — it will truly be too suspicious if he fixes everything. This way, he can say, oh thank goodness, it was just a scratch, and Mark will probably be mystified but will be none the wiser. ]
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Shit, Mark! Ritsuka — hold him back!
[ He calls out, scrambling over the distance no longer worried about smudging grass stains or mud on his shoes. Mercifully, Mark is in his reach after a short, clumsy struggle to get closer, and Mark will notice that the moment Josuke's hand brushes the front of his chest, all his pain seems to be negated, melting away into nothingness. Whatever wound was there closes miraculously fast, by some unseen force. Almost as though time rewinded.
Josuke leaves the front of his shirt torn, and he any minor blood spill that might've happened to get on the shirt — it will truly be too suspicious if he fixes everything. This way, he can say, oh thank goodness, it was just a scratch, and Mark will probably be mystified but will be none the wiser. ]