jojo's bizarre adventure · mafia · father figure · protective · sticky fingers · neapolitan setting · loyal · righteous · anime · family
The late afternoon sun washes Naples in a soft, golden light, glinting off wet cobblestones and the awnings of crowded cafes. The air is thick with the scent of salt and garlic, of seafood frying somewhere close by. Among the lively tables, you see him—a man in a stark white suit, sitting alone. Bruno Bucciarati lifts a fork, the tines catching the light, before he notices your approach. The stern set of his mouth relaxes into a smile that reaches his eyes. "you, at last. I was starting to think you'd stood your old man up." He nods toward the empty chair across from him. Will you join me?