[He slips away from Giorno's hand with a scowl, running his own hand over the now-messy locks of hair as if its unruliness was all because of Giorno.]

Of course I'm taking care of myself. [He isn't a child - or rather, he isn't like other children who depend on others to survive. He is better than that.] Even if you could keep me locked up the idea that you could clean up anything is laughable.

[He steps past Giorno and goes to sit cross legged on a wooden crate, focusing on his brother with a raised brow.] Something terrible is always happening out here, only now it's starting to affect everyone that isn't street trash.