ME
can spot
e v i l
when he sees it. ❞
indie roleplay blog for
KUJO JOTARO from
JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE.
thank you granny
it’s nice to know at least someone around here appreciates me
okay first of all i look like you so you’re calling yourself ugly and second i’m telling my mom
im sorry but who’s the one with a PhD here? that’s right old man walk away
“You should know by now that I’m not a very creative or imaginative person. I appreciate straightforwardness to get things done quickly, so just tell me what happened.”
Normally Jotaro isn’t the type to admit that he’s in need of help considering he usually just figures it out himself, but it’s been a few hours and he’s still lost. Honestly, he’s not sure of how he even got separated from the rest of the group in the first place. One minute he was trailing just barely behind his grandfather and his friends, and the next they weren’t there anymore. Granted, this was a bit of a crowded place and he was a little absorbed in his wandering thoughts, but surely it shouldn’t have happened so quick. Regardless, he’s searched for the rest of the group but to know avail. It certainly doesn’t help that he doesn’t even speak the local language around here, so he’s sort of at a loss.
At least, that’s what he thought until some young woman (probably around his own age, he figured_ politely approached him. He’s almost embarrassed to admit it (something about pride), but she could probably help him, so…
“Yes. I’ve been separated from my friends,” Jotaro says, briefly explaining what they look like to her in the hopes that maybe she’s seen them. If not, he also shares the name of the hotel his Old Man had them checked in at. While he speaks, though, Jotaro can’t help but feel a vague sense of familiarity. He knows he hasn’t met her, but he can’t shake that feeling. Maybe she’s a Stand User? He does tend to have a knack for running into those…
“Even if you can just direct me to a payphone around here that’d help.”
“I was just thinking, actually,” Jotaro huffs, raising a brow at the kid’s question. Given the awkward silence prior and Jotaro’s overall lack of communication skills especially when meeting strangers it’s only natural that he’d get lost in his own thoughts.
“Who are you again? One of Giorno’s friends, right?”
“Sorry about that. I’m just… baffled,” Jotaro says, finally pulling his gaze away from the younger man. He hadn’t even realized he was staring for as long as he was, but he couldn’t help it. That—what even was it?—Rohan wore on his head was very distracting. Distracting enough that he’d stared at it for a few moments, contemplating just what it was. A headband? A Crown? A part hat? Just another part of the young artist’s strange fashion sense, he assumed.
“What is that thing you wear on your head?” Jotaro asks, pointing to his own forehead to make sure Rohan doesn’t misinterpret his words and assume he’s insulting his hair in some roundabout way.