[Every ounce of tension that left Kakyoin's body allowed Giorno to relax an infinitesimal amount as well. Gold Experience's fingers curled on his shoulder, then gradually his Stand pulled away, backing towards the obelisk again, a silent sentinel, a just-in-case.]
[His head cocked, wondering where this line of questioning was going. If there was still a point; but it was Kakyoin, wasn't it, so there was always a point.]
2001. February. I'm fifteen, if that helps your math.
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[His head cocked, wondering where this line of questioning was going. If there was still a point; but it was Kakyoin, wasn't it, so there was always a point.]
2001. February. I'm fifteen, if that helps your math.