
“Why would I…? That doesn’t even make sense, Granny,” Jotaro huffs, his lips curling into a frown. In his teenage years he hasn’t known his grandmother for long, but just a few days in and he can already tell that she’s just as eccentric as his grandfather—definitely a perfect match.
“Ah, not technically—” Jotaro begins, realizing that his statement might’ve come off as a little offensive. Despite his age he still doesn’t put much thought into whether what he’s saying is too blunt or not, potentially coming off as rude. However, he truly meant no offense or even that sort of implication.

“What I meant is that you don’t look particularly young. I didn’t mean to insult you.”

Yare yare… I’m so glad the weird shit always happens to jiji and not me.

The last thing Jotaro excepts to hear as a response to his curt words is shouting. Most refrain from doing so (in the past because he was a ridiculously edgy teen) due to the air of intimidation that seems to follow the dark-haired male wherever he goes. He’s long since learned to be upset over something like that since he’s well aware of how frustrating his blunt replies are, so of course he doesn’t express any anger.
“It is that simple. Ignore them or tell them to stop. It always works for me,” he explains, the look of brief and mild shock fading from his face to be replaced by his normally indifferent expression.

“I wouldn’t bet on that if I were you.”

“I’m not really comfortable with that. I don’t even know you.”

Shut up already. You’re fucking embarrassing me, Old Man.
(Unsaid: I almost l almost lost her once… And I feel sorry for when I was such an asshole to her in the past, so…)

Tch… Consider yourself lucky. The only thing keeping your face intact is that I don’t wanna make my mom cry.