[As he pulls his glider out, clouds manifest beside him. They gradually gather and condense, until a full, muscled figure of more than six feet floats beside him in white.]
He sure can..! This is my Stand, Weather Report! If it's okay with you, he'll carry you. Um...or we can stay on the ground... [If being carted through the air by clouds is a bad idea.]
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[As he pulls his glider out, clouds manifest beside him. They gradually gather and condense, until a full, muscled figure of more than six feet floats beside him in white.]
He sure can..! This is my Stand, Weather Report! If it's okay with you, he'll carry you. Um...or we can stay on the ground... [If being carted through the air by clouds is a bad idea.]