"Giorno. I remember seeing your deadlift form." Dio said as he crossed his arms. "Pa! Don't cross your arms! You're driving!" Giorno shrieked in panic. "Your form sucks! Don't change the subject!"

They neatly swerved right, almost hitting an old lady.

"Here, hold my phone for awhile, my shorts don't have pockets." Dio tossed it to him as his som almost dropped it.

As they reached the gym, he dragged his sorry son inside. "Okay, first thing is first. You should always deadlift with somebody." Dio lectured. "What, why?" Giorno asked.

"Deadlifting alone is like getting pussy sober, you do not have the confidence. You're not gonna pull any ass, and you're not gonna pull any weight, the only thing you'd be pulling, is your ass and go home." Dio explained "You can't just approach the king of all exercises looking like a peasant! Now you better listen up, to know the rules of the castle."

They walked towards the free weight area. "A-" *ring* Dio picked up his phone from Giorno's pockets. "This is Dio Brando Attorney at Law speaking, may I take your order?"

5 minutes later.

Dio left Giorno to lift for himself as his booty call told him that she is up for a quick screw. Giorno sighed, classic Dio.

"Man. Okuyasu is not coming..." he heard a weird teen almost the same age as him mutter to himself dejected. "Oh! Hey! Can you spot me, bro? I'm going heavy on the bench." the pompadour haired teen smiled. Giorno returned the gesture, who is he to turn down a new friend?

"Sure thing."

And so he helped the guy in his set. "You know... I come here often... And like... Trying to get ready for the... Summer..." Josuke rambled while lifting 180 lbs above his head. Giorno frowned at this motor mouth, when Dio taught him how to grunt properly, he learned that talking while lifting is very difficult and will put you at risk of getting skullfucked by an iron penis. "Si, si, just focus on your weight." Giorno calmly said. He is nervous, if worst comes to worst, he won't be able to lift 180 lbs off this guy if it fell on his neck. "Yeah yeah... Sorry about..." with one last push the guy finished his set.

"Woo! What a set! What's your name, bro?"

"Giorno Giovanna."

"Ahh, cool! You look shredded! Can tell you're working out, name's Josuke Higashikata by the way." Josuke complimented with a friendly smile and a thumbs up. Giorno can't help but feel proud, he doesn't look like he lifts, or so he thinks, but he felt good at that praise, and besides, this guy is friendly.

"So! What makes you wanna lift? New Year's resolution, impressing a girl, name it!" the taller boy asked. "Uhh my padre forced me here. My uncle owns this place." Giorno answered. "Oh so you're related to Mr. Joestar? That's kewl!"

And so the two quickly became best pals as they talked about themselves. "I think Prince is a pretty cool singer. I love his Gold Experience album." Giorno said. "Are you kidding me? Prince is like... The GOAT! I based half of my appearence on him as you can see." Josuke posed fabulously as Giorno continued his tricep pushdown set.

3 minutes later...

After finishing skullcrushers... Josuke introduced Giorno to his kind of workout music. The two jammed around like complete idiots to the music, luckily, the gym was empty.

"THE TIME FLIES AND WE'RE FLOWING FREE, LAUGHING EVERYDAY AWAY AS WE, ARE DANCING ALL THE WAY AROUND! CRAZY NOISY BI-ZZARE TOWN!"

Dio returned as he forgot to get his phone from Giorno.

He saw his son singing with another teen with a weird hair like children and laughing their ass off.

"Giorno what are you doing?! Are you gay?!" he asked. Josuke immediately turned off the music.

"What, no." Giorno answered as Josuke looked at Dio "Hello! My name is Josuke Higa-"

"Son. Having friends inside the gym is not allowed." Dio said sternly. "What, why?" the blonde boy asked.

"Because everyone else, IS COMPETITION."

"But padre, it won't hurt to socialize-"

"NO BUTTS! I'M A TITS GUY, so no butts."

Josuke gulped as he observed the father and son banter. He made up his mind to leave them alone until...

"And remember what I said about how your hair looks like three gaping assholes? His hair looks like a giant cock. If you two stick together, you'll look like a couple. You're the receiver and he is the giver." Dio said as he poked Giorno's hair hole, much to his embarrassment "Padre, you're being ridiculous."

"What did you just say... ABOUT MY HAIR, YOU OLD FUCK?!" Josuke flips out. "What did you just say... ABOUT MY AGE, YOU DAMN BRAT?!" Dio angrily returned the scream.

Josuke immediately shoved Dio with great force, shocking the fabulous blonde man. "N-NANI?! K-KOITSU! KONO POWA!" he yelled midair before falling down the hard ground.

"Pa! Josuke! Stop!" Giorno sternly said, but words just can't grow arms to restrain people so it did not have any effect.

"I'm gonna pound you good, you dinosaur!" Josuke approached him. "Wryyy..!" Dio snarled.

The two then engaged in a slap fight.

"DORARARARARARARARARARA!"

"MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA!"

"Somebody do something." Giorno called out, before realizing that no one else is inside the gym. "Oh."

"J-Josuke!" Okuyasu finally arrived in shock as he saw his bestfriend fighting a buff blonde man

Okuyasu tossed his gym bag to the side and ran towards them.

"MUDA!" Dio slapped Josuke away as the pompadour teen landed flat on his ass.

"Yes! Finally, someone will help me stop the fight-" but Giorno was mistaken as Okuyasu raised his hand and slapped Dio in the back. "ZA HANDO!"

"WRYYYYYY?! KONO GAKI!" Dio shrieked and prepared to slap him.

"Enough!" the booming voice of Jonathan echoed as they immediately stopped in their tracks.

Okay, A damn good turd, Loke and Yang, here is another chapter just for everyone. Specially you Yang, you're lucky I'm a tits guy like papa lol.