Jotaro doesn’t personally identify with any religions despite his mother being a Christian. He’s more concerned with the present than a possible afterlife, anyway.
Jotaro regards and values familial and platonic love very deeply, as those few that are close to him he cares for deeply (even if he has a hard time showing it). He does whatever he can to protect those that he loves and does his best to express how he feels through small gestures when he can since he struggles so much with verbally expressing how he feels. As for romantic love Jotaro does think it exists. He didn’t think much of it in his teen years, but in college he fell in love himself. It was only once and they did marry and have a daughter, but due to his failure to communicate his feelings (and apparent outward indifference) it fell apart. Ultimately, he’s open to love even though it’s a little difficult to form a romantic bond with him. He’ll be fine if he doesn’t find his “one true love”, though.
✖: Opinion on errors
He isn’t the type to berate himself despite how confident he is in his own abilities. If he messes up he simply resolves to do better next time (or just keep at it since sometimes he doesn’t know how to fix it).
“Ouh you can have them darling , those are ingraved in my memory so there is no need to keep them but…” smirking woman leaned bit closer to far taller man. Eyes of a predator stared at him, barely blinking , emotionless ice blue eyes. “I do have on condition my dear Jotaro …” tapping her sharp nails against the photos soft sound was produced each time her nails would hit the wooden surface.
“You have some abilities I do not, and same goes for you. Mind you I do not work in team….but in this case sadly little aid is needed. Just as long as I finish my job that is. “ taking quick swig of her whiskey she let out satisfied sigh and burning sensation in her throat. “So one time only shall we work on this ?”
“Fine,” Jotaro nods, putting the photos back into the envelope and slipping them into an inside pocket of his white coat. Her condition was reasonable enough. There was still one thing bothering him, though…
“I’ll work with you so long as you don’t intrude upon mine. On top of that I have one request. Drop the weird nicknames,” he sends her a brief glare to make his point. ‘Darling’ and ‘dear’ reminded him far too much of his mother, and really, those were endearments he’d only except from his mother since they were just so embarrassing and childish. He didn’t like feeling like he was being talked down to our thought less of by some (apparent) shady character. She’s awful lucky he’s not some sort of cop, he thinks.
“Is there anything in particular you need me to help you with?”
Giving a fake pout woman merely let out sigh, honestly such low sense of adventure ! Just in time her glass of whiskey has arrived she took a small sip before speaking. “Calm yourself darling, for your own sake it would be wiser for you to tone down bit “ she added with smirk , for moment there was a red glow around her hand that apperared for brief moment.
Smirking she reached for an envelope she was hiding inside her jacket placing it down on wooden bar for him to have look. “You may know some of these crime scene photos, lately number of odd murders have increased…but only on local ganstars….or well yakuza’s . Victims were first drained of all their body fluids turning into some sort of mummies yes ? “ now she pulled out one paticular photo, of eldery man in rich suit he looked like he was in his 80′s.
“This is former leader , Hanzo, my employer’s previous boss. “ she added with small amused smirk. “Old man has been missing….but he aint dead….you seeing the pattern here love ? “
“I see,” Jotaro’s eyebrows furrow, scrutinizing the pictures she showed him. This was actually a lot better than he’d expected. It was only his second day in town, after all, yet seems like a huge lead in the right direction. He’s genuinely thankful and glad that he didn’t just leave when she asked for a bit of his time. It makes more sense now, actually, discussing this in a more closed off space where roaming eyes and eavesdroppers can’t make out what their conversation is about.
“Will you let me take this envelope? Or will I have to pay for it?” Jotaro asks, declining the drink the bartender offers now that the buzzing irritation from before is subsiding. Right away he can tell that all these pictures definitely depict something out of the ordinary. Even for something involving organized crime it’s an odd sight.
“If not, thanks. This is a lot better than what I had to go on before.”
“I know you’re not a child, Josuke, but you’re still young. You shouldn’t worry over—” he pauses, trying to find the right words to say. He wants to say ‘adult things’ but he knows that’ll just rub the teen the wrong way. “You shouldn’t waste time thinking about something so stressful, especially when it’s none of your concern.”
Megumi’s eyebrows rose in slight surprise. She hadn’t actually expected the man to give her that half of the sandwich.
But hey, he was doing it of his own accord. And she was hungry. It wasn’t like she was gonna say no!
“W–wow, really? Thanks!”
With a cheerful sway, Megumi took the place and began to dig in. This guy had pretty good taste–it was a roasted turkey sandwich. With some avocado. Delicious!
While she ate, Megumi couldn’t help but look over the man some more. In particular, she seemed fascinated with his hat. She raised a hand, forefinger extended, and said, “Soooo–your hat! Does it, like–have a back? Or no?”
With a slight nod of acknowledgment Jotaro expects this kid to be on her way and eating that half of a sandwich. He’s just about to return to poring over his notes when she speaks up again. He’s not irritated yet since he’s grown accustomed to teens (Josuke and his friends) randomly bugging him these past few months.
“It had a back. It’s torn at the back now since I’ve had it for a few years,” Jotaro says. That, and he just likes how it looks. “Are you a student from around here?”
Solem, serious hard to read, was his type, interesting this little mess was starting to get more and more interesting. Ever since she step her foot in this small dull town, only in night it was fun to explore though…but people were mere rodents in her eyes. At his question she glanced at him over her shoulder, bit surprised he asked for her name.
“Lilith darling, a delight to meet you…Jotaro~” she spoke his name in whisper as they made their way to local ally bar. She pushed the door as dim light and heavy smoke washed over them like a wave. There were not many guests,but just enough pair of eyes to stare at the two.
Smirking woman waved to bartender who gave simple nod already reaching for bottle of whiskey, “Good thing about this sort of cities…..even the ordinary things can hide something quite…extraordinary dont you agree?”
Jotaro takes his seat beside her at the bar, already more than a little apprehensive because of how much longer this is being drawn out than it has to be. She probably just gets a kick out of it but it still irks him because it’s not like he’s showing how irritated he is. His expression is more often than not one of total indifference, occasionally dipping into anger and annoyance (yet far less than in his younger years) if the situation really begs it.
“Cut the crap,” Jotaro grunts, not even bothering to beat around the bush with this. The sooner he gets his information, the better. He’s not about to sit around and enjoy a few drinks when he has work to do, so. “I came here with you like you wanted me to now spill. I don’t have all night to waste here.”
What he said resounded with her. It was, to a degree, a reflection of what she was going through. Her poor mother having to put up with all the shit she caused…This conversation felt like it was about to go sour. It was amusing at first; yet now, all it did was stir up the guilt that rested deep within her mind. That was something she didn’t want to deal with- not now. It’s already taking so much patience to keep herself in check and to actually make an effort with him.
A solemn expression is now etched on her features. Jolyne catches a glimpse of the look on his face, though her eyes stay steadily trained on the road. “Delinquent isn’t a word to just throw around. Were you part of a gang?” she questions. “And to be honest, no not really. I mean, beating people up sure. I do that on an almost regular basis. But I find it hard to believe that someone as prim and proper as you was anything close to a delinquent.” Lime green lips are pursed in an attempt to put herself back in check and reconsider whatever was getting ready to slip from said lips. He’s trying, she tells herself. He’s here and trying.
She gets ready to speak again but the words die in the back of her throat as another driver cuts her off. A hand slams into the horn, and before she can stop herself that same hand is out the window flipping the bird while she mutters something along the lines of ‘fuck you!’ Once that’s out of her system, Jolyne calms back down.
“Look pops, I appreciate that you’re trying to relate to me and all, but let’s face it…you and I are two totally different people. Neither you nor mom know even half of the shit I’ve done or been through.”
Jotaro doesn’t show much of an outward reaction to Jolyne’s sudden outburst despite thinking this was actually going kind of well. He couldn’t blame her, really, as he tried his best to understand where she was coming from. He was sure she was more than upset with him and doing his best to simply tolerate his presence. He couldn’t exactly relate since he never cared much at all about the absence of his own father in his childhood to begin with, but it was clearly different for Jolyne. He’s at a loss for what to say, really. He doesn’t want to expand and tell her she’s wrong because that would require delving deeper—it’s a conversation he’s not ready for (one he’s not sure he’ll ever truly be ready for since he’s just so bad at this).
“Right. Sorry,” he mutters, pushing the tip of his hat down a little further and looking away. He doesn’t mind the way she drives as his thoughts are far too scattered. He’s never cared for worrying about awkward silences but this is a silence he feels compelled to at least attempt to fill. It’ll help. Maybe?
“Why don’t you tell me about how school instead? Is your mother doing alright?” Jotaro has no clue about either, and there’s a heavy sense of shame that he doesn’t express yet feels deeply. This is his first break in a long time, though, and after much talking with his grandfather he decided it’s about time he tried to at least patch up something before he lost the chance forever.
(He’s afraid it’s past that point already, though.)
