His nose wrinkled. His attitude can be a little… irritating at times. But he loves him nonetheless. He’s just looking out for him. If anything were to happen to him; he would feel an enormous guilt. For he would have failed to protect his young grandson. Holly would be disappointed in him.
“This is some serious shit, Jotaro. Don’t take my words lightly. You need more than a band-aid. You need to get that shit STITCHED!” He stood, leaving the younger male seated. He would then reach for the mobile phone to call the foundation.
“Tch,” Jotaro scowls, reaching into his pocket to take out a cigarette with his uninjured hand. He sticks it in his mouth and lights it up, taking a few puffs before he decides to respond. He sounds irritated, of course, because this dense old man just won’t fucking listen! He’s said he’s fine, so that should be it.
“We only have 2 weeks to get to Cairo. Something like this would be a waste of time if we just wait around here,” he mutters, his glare locked on the floor. It remains unsaid, but what he means is obvious—he doesn’t care about the damage he sustains because what’s more important to him is finding and defeating Dio to save his mother before it’s too late.
“It doesn’t even hurt, jiji. I can have Star Platinum stitch it if you really think it’s that bad.”
“Yare yare… I think you’re being a little over-dramatic here, old man,” Jotaro huffs, tilting his hat lower to cover his eyes. He doesn’t look as Joseph speaks to him, finding anything but the older man’s words more worthy of his attention. This is all stuff he used to hear from his mother when he’d come home from school with bloodied fists and the occasional bruise. He really didn’t have time for this. Besides, it wasn’t like Joseph sat there and gave these lectures to Polnareff or Kakyoin or Avdol. It was always something he felt the need to get on Jotaro’s case about while the others attended to different duties.
“Slap a band-aid on it. I’ll be fine. The enemy just caught me off guard is all. I wasn’t being reckless.”
tf shut up about that i dont want everyone knowing i got roasted by his gamergate ass dorito-finger waifu having self… dont make me tell granny about that
All the colors flying around are a blur as scenes that he’s never actually witnessed and could only imagine play through his mind. There’s lot’s of yelling, too, and pain. And suffering. He can’t actually feel anything since he’s asleep but he’s not aware of that and all he knows is the feelings he thinks are real (they’re very real and he dreams about this a lot).
The scene changes and he thinks the worst of it all is over but then instead of them (Avdol, Iggy, Kakyoin) it’s them. It’s his wife and his six year old daughter Jolyne. It’s two of the few people he loves most in the world (not including his grandparents and mother) and all he can do is shout in desperation and watch in horror as they’re taken from him by that yellow demon—that fucking monster—that took away so many he cared for already.
Suddenly this vision of horror is cut short by a familiar shout of his name as he’s shaken awake by none other than Joseph. He can’t hear what the old man is saying as his mind’s still bleary from sleep, but he can feel his heart beating fast and the thin layer of a cold sweat. He can already hardly remember the most vivid details but he knows it was horrible, knows it was something he must prevent from ever happening.
That’s why he’s here, after all. He’s away from home investigating potentially dangerous Stand Users to make sure no one that dangerous ever threatens his family again. He’ll be gone for a few months, but it’s to keep them safe. Anything to keep them safe…
“Ah… Don’t worry about it, jiji. It was just a bad dream. I’m sorry for waking you. Don’t worry about me. Go back to sleep.”
“I don’t know, Jotaro.” He clicked his tongue, looking around at the crowds of people near by. It was easy to lose someone. And quick exchanges can be made amongst others. Joseph had vaguely remembered what the thief looked like. They certainly looked like the average person. Which made it harder to track them down in the shopping center.
“It’s likely we aren’t the only ones getting pick pocketed– Keep an eye out for anyone… perhaps in distress because of THEIR missing wallet.” He furrowed his brows, placing his hands on his hips as he brought himself back to focus on his surroundings. As his eyes dragged to a general direction; he noticed something shine brightly. He had to take a second glance. And with that, he discovered a scattered trail of dimes and nickles. This was a CLUE!
“There!” He picked up one of them.
“This guy’s so careless to leave a trace behind!”
Huh. That was almost too easy.
One would think someone trying to steal from two buff men well over 6 feet would be a little more careful. Not that Jotaro was going to dish out any punishment on the guy (maybe if he was 17 and had a knack for letting his anger go unchecked), but he was still pretty pissed off since he’d come here to buy his mother a gift and got his wallet stolen.
“We should exercise caution,” Jotaro suddenly says, looking around. Was it just him, or did the number of people seem to be increasing? Regardless, Jotaro shakes the thought and turns his attention to the trail of coins Joseph happened upon.
“I have a feeling that this person wants to be found,” Jotaro says, using Star Platinum’s enhanced eyesight to follow the line of coins, which lead around a corner and to another section of the mall. “After all, it seems it’s really true that Stand Users are naturally drawn to each other. It’s likely a trap, but we don’t really have any choice other than to follow them. What do you think?”
"None of this would have happened if you didn't try to singlehandedly take on a frickin' army!"
“An army? I’d hardly consider trying to weave through a crowd at the mall ‘taking on an army’” Jotaro says, nearly scoffing, too, but Joseph looks completely serious. The younger (or older? This stand that affected his grandfather was far too confusing…) isn’t all that used to frequenting shopping centers. When he still lived at home it was always his mother, and once he’d moved and got married it was his wife that took care of those duties. Now, though, Jotaro’s been forced to by pure circumstance.
“Regardless, our issue here is not the so-called army. We have to find that wallet. Any suggestions? There are too many possible suspects around here…”
