The straightforward French bro pulled over a beach chair and lay down beside Josen to sunbathe and drink coconut juice with him.
A purple figure in a suit, carrying a broom and a mop, bustled between the living room and the small attic room.
In mere moments, the damaged furniture and pools of blood had all been cleared away by the professional "Housekeeping Star."
In fact, unless they looked closely, even the most experienced hotel staff would unconsciously overlook the refrigerator that had vanished from the room, as though the appliance had never been there at all!
Five minutes later, F-kid carried the two oversized pieces of trash out the door in two separate black garbage bags. Nothing looked unusual from the outside.
"Uh, Josen-kun, should I have my Stand come over and help too?" After watching for a while, Mr. Popo scratched his gelled hair and said, "Wouldn't cleaning up go a little faster with two Stands pitching in?"
Josen adjusted his sunglasses, a dazzling gleam flashing across the lenses. "It's fine. When it comes to housework, my Stand is a professional!"
Just then, F-kid swept handsomely past with cleaning tools in hand, as though a cross-shaped sparkle had briefly flashed across his exposed big purple teeth.
Mr. Popo: ???
-Why did it feel like everything Josen-kun's Stand excelled at was something weird that had nothing to do with fighting?
Setting aside his stray thoughts, Mr. Popo suddenly remembered the ominous fortune he had received. He hurriedly sat up and asked, "Josen-kun, now that I've turned the tables and killed the assassin DIO sent, does that mean my luck will... huh, how did that saying go again?"
Josen lowered the large green coconut in his hand and supplied, "You mean things will turn around once you've hit rock bottom?"