Clenching a certain set of muscles with all his might, Polnareff took a deep breath and tossed the stick in his hand aside, looking thoroughly disgusted.
Clatter.
Turning to see Josen holding back laughter beside him, he rolled his eyes and suggested, "Josen-kun, why don't you go enjoy it yourself?"
"I refuse!"
Josen crossed his arms into a giant X of rejection and stared Mr. Popo down through narrowed eyes. "Also, go wash your hands first, you bastard!"
Mr. Popo sheepishly withdrew the hand he had reached toward Josen. "Good grief, I was going to do that even if you hadn't said anything~"
Moving over to the sink, Mr. Popo irritably scooped up water and splashed his face, muttering, "I don't think I'll ever get used to this kind of horrifying culture shock. Luckily, I won't have to stay in this country for long... Hmm?"
Catching a strange arm appearing in the window reflected in the mirror out of the corner of his eye, Mr. Popo instinctively whipped his head around, but there was nothing outside the window behind him.
"What the hell! Did I see that wrong?"
Mr. Popo breathed a sigh of relief, turned, and walked back toward the sink, completely relaxed. "Honestly, it scared me so badly I'm hallucinating!"
"Still, after seeing that pig-head toilet, I guess nothing outrageous would surprise me anymore... Hm!!"
The moment he looked up at the mirror, a distinct figure brimming with killing intent emerged within it. A bandaged arm gripped the windowsill, and deep purple flames blazed along the figure's outline as it climbed into the bathroom!!
"What!!"
-There's no mistake. It's definitely a Stand!!
Crash-
In his shock, Silver Chariot appeared facing backward and shattered the glass window behind Mr. Popo with a single thrust, only to unexpectedly strike empty