Can’t say someone is better than him but otherwise he’d be saying he’ll dance. Defeat.
Izaya should dance instead.
No, no. He’s not a good dancer. Bel would do it far more greater.
Yeah. They would be so impressed. They would have to ask him how he pulls off such graceful moves and god I can’t do this anymore. Bel is not dancing.
He’d pay to see him dance.
For all Izaya knows Bel could be dancing right now but he’s missing out on it because he’s too damn slow.
He would be making quite the appearance for his new teammates, then.
Not fast enough.
Why do that when he can take his time and enjoy his surroundings?
Come back to me…
Exactly what he’s doing.
New teams? How fantastic. Merry-Go-Rounds are fun, he likes sitting on them. Shame the power is out because he’d make it spin over and over again. Alas, however, he’s fine with sitting on the edge of it and smiling to himself for time being. Hello new teammates.
Wow. That was pointless. Maybe Izaya’s just having another psycho-fit— actually, that wouldn’t be too out of character for him, would it? With those thoughts eased, Joseph couldn’t help but notice… the culprit of the poo-crime landing on his shoulder. Too bad it shit all down his back before he noticed.
There was always a chance in a lifetime to be a good person and tell someone that there was something on them. Being the person he was, however, the informer would not be the one to do that. Instead, as the new found friend of the Joestar landed, he would lean forward, pull his knees to his chest and press his face into them, shoulders shaking from the muffled laughter.
Oh, Jesus. It’s this guy. Cue the dull stare, his phone quickly shoved into his pocket. Nobody saw that. And why the hell is he laughing so loud?
"Oi! Shut yer piehole before I shut it fer ya! What’s so fuckin’ funny, anyway?!""
He saw it. He saw it all. Or well, the part where he could see movement from the corner of his eye and then the final blow of poop dropping down. Speaking of which, it seems macho-macho-chan still has yet to realize what’s happened. That’s hilarious.
So hilarious the moment he looks over to him and listens to the question, he starts laughing harder. Immaturity at it’s finest, but something he just can’t help. Not when it was so amusing.