❝ even on your bad days, you’re still my favorite brother. ❞ / @ironleonine
Those 50 days to Egypt had been some of the best ones, Jotaro had to admit. Even if he was only 17 at the time and young enough that such trauma would remain with him throughout his life. The Joestar hums as he leans back, Charlie sitting next to him as the two were having a moment - a hangout moment, that was. She was like the sister he would never have and he the brother she may or may not have always wanted.
They were so alike and so different, the ravenette realized some time ago. His head tilts as he looks to the woman, both of them having been older now - 10 years, to be exact. They'd matured more, calmed down a lot as they weren't so quick to anger. Their children had a lot to do with that sudden change, he supposed.
A soft huff leaves the larger of the two, his hand raising to grasp at the hat upon his head, "Good grief." He mutters his catchphrase, "Just admit; you found me adorable." Was he teasing? Definitely. A knowing quirk of the lips and the mischievous glint in his eyes was the tell all to it.