[SIGH. Loud, dramatic sigh. Giorno takes a sip of water from his canteen and then . . . lies down on the stump, a thing that isn't actually possible and ends up being more like sliding backwards off the stump, feet braced on one side, head dangling over the other. He brushes his fingers against the grass below (above?) his head, sighing again. Sigh.]
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[This is ridiculous, please stop him.]