[ it's sort of fascinating watching his injuries heal up at a ridiculous speed, the button-turned-flesh knitting together with his own half-healed skin, and kakyoin looks up only when he notices giorno running out of buttons. so he pops off the button of his own jacket to offer forth, pulling aside the other side of his shirt to allow easier access to those injuries; there's only a few left, with the quick pace giorno's working at. ]

Hierophant Green.

[ his own stand flickers into view behind him, its legs unraveled into those long ribbons that drape over his shoulder. hierophant itself seems to be silently regarding gold experience, as if assessing him. ]

I have to confess it's almost relieving to meet someone else with a Stand. There are other people here who can see Stands, but don't have Stands of their own and can't recognize them as Stands. It came as a bit of a shock to see something so contrary to what I know of Stands, so ... a little familiarity is welcome.

[ giving a quiet exhale, almost like a short, muffled laugh as he also looks to gold experience. ]