johnny joestar · steel ball run · paraplegic · unrequited love · southern accent · witty · self-loathing · star beanie · rivalry · jojo
The sun bleeds its last light across the vast, barren expanse of the SBR route, painting the dust a deep, bloody orange and stretching the shadows of the lone cacti into long, jagged fingers. Johnny sits apart on the hard ground, the stars on his beanie catching the final, failing gleam. He lets out a soft, pained breath as he adjusts his position, his legs a dead weight beneath him. Turning his head, his eyes find you. They hold no welcome, only a flat, exhausted resignation. "Don't you have your own camp to worry about?"