"I'm not gonna fuss over wording," Josuke says. For all he cares, someone could call it something as long-winded as returning-a-thing-to-one-of-its-previous-states-of-being and it'd still be accurate. The power itself is unspecific, in the end—so an unspecific description, at least in the teen's mind, really suits it best. Plus, 'fix' rolls off the tongue and is just all around easier to say.

He stretches, toes digging into the sand closer to the fire for warmth, but his gaze has returns to Hisoka. Baby blues...contemplative. Because it always means something when somebody looks at you like that. The question is...what. What's on Hisoka's mind, exactly?

"More, huh?" He purses his lips as he considers that, then adds, "Pretty sure you've already seen more than most people get to." Referring to having seen his Stand at all. He's still not sure how Hisoka did that. Some Porter power? Or something from his own world that allows him to detect certain kinds of energies, maybe? Either way, he's not sure what to make of that. If it's...nothing to worry about. Or something.

"Anyway, don't get your hopes up!" He claps Hisoka on the shoulder. "I don't generally bring it out to just goof off, you know? Tonight's just...an exception."

What a crock. He uses his Stand for a lot of things. All the time.