[Where could he be? Jonathan gives it a good few minutes at the table before he messages. It isn't like Abbacchio after all, to miss an arrangement, least of all one that they rather desperately needed. But then, for that same reason the minotaur realizes, it could be so easy to end up caught up in other matters via his fellows. What if someone else needed help at a particular moment? What if an unexpected backlash from all of it occurred, sucking him in like a small vortex?
The message is sent, but even so there is no answer. Jonathan rather has a choice- does he message the others? Giorno, and so on? Does he keep waiting? It's already been at least twenty minutes, hasn't it?
His ears twitch. He swears he hears something some distance away, but dare he leave the table when Abbacchio could well arrive? The man bites gently on his tongue, pondering the matter. Perhaps...perhaps not...
Perhaps...
Well. Finally deciding he ought do something when nothing has intervened with the sound, he asks a server to simply be on the lookout for a violet gargoyle and to hold the table. He does hope, of course, that it is not his intimidating appearance that causes them to agree.
Even so-
Jonathan follows after the sound, ears twitching.]
Hello? Whoever is there, are you quite alright..?
[He's not quite entered the alley yet. Not yet. But something enters his nose, something nearly metallic, something-]
VIBRATES AT THE SPEED OF AAAAAAAAAAAAA
The message is sent, but even so there is no answer. Jonathan rather has a choice- does he message the others? Giorno, and so on? Does he keep waiting? It's already been at least twenty minutes, hasn't it?
His ears twitch. He swears he hears something some distance away, but dare he leave the table when Abbacchio could well arrive? The man bites gently on his tongue, pondering the matter. Perhaps...perhaps not...
Perhaps...
Well. Finally deciding he ought do something when nothing has intervened with the sound, he asks a server to simply be on the lookout for a violet gargoyle and to hold the table. He does hope, of course, that it is not his intimidating appearance that causes them to agree.
Even so-
Jonathan follows after the sound, ears twitching.]
Hello? Whoever is there, are you quite alright..?
[He's not quite entered the alley yet. Not yet. But something enters his nose, something nearly metallic, something-]
Oh-
...God, is that blood...?
Are you alright down there..!?