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“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.”