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Time ceased its ebbing.
Dio's boots made swift way across the cracking pavement, black concrete and yellow painted lines did little to deter his course of action. A mollusca-like trail of blood stalked each of Dio's steps, pouring from the entrails in his clawed hold.
As he approaches the still, shadowed goliath, Dio digs his raptorific nails into the innards, his unoccupied hand viciously curls around Jotaro's jaw and pulls it ajar. It is normal for intestines to be within a home of living flesh, though the maw is an unorthodox option when replacing such tender meats.
With the same precision he executed to remove the viscera from Kakyoin's body, Dio replaced them within Jotaro's own. This practice was not unknown to Dio, far too akin to fattening a cattle for consumption than anything else. Blood, pus, excrement all within the walls of Kakyoin's entrails quickly made themselves at home within Jotaro's gullet.
Time resumed its ebbing.
The World was not strong enough yet for Dio to further his advances, however, as he leapt back from Jotaro's now writhing and gagging form, the horrific realization of imbibing was well worth the waste of time for Dio. Jotaro crumbles, blood splattering onto the pavement below as he feverously hacked and heaved what he could out of his mouth. However, a majority of the meal had already taken its journey, and there was little Jotaro could do but sputter what little came back up out from his body, in desperation to cleanse himself of the death that now stained his interior.
What a waste! Had Dio known Jotaro would be so careless with his offering, he would have eaten the innards himself...