"Hey Dad--I MEAN JOTARO!! JOTARO." oh god there goes Josuke getting beet read and bowing. "I'M SO SORRY."
The man only chokes on his coffee the moment the word ‘Dad’ is mentioned, letting out a sputtered noise as he coughs and struggles to breathe.
He wasn’t entirely expecting chaos this early in the morning - the marine biologist merely enjoying his morning coffee as he awaited for Josuke’s presence by one of many Morioh’s cafes…It’d become a routine meetup location at this point, no matter who it may have been with.
It takes him a moment, and he’s hunched over the table - catching his breath as onlookers take in the situation. Inhale, exhale.
He breathes softly, composure returned to it’s rightful place as he stares up at the younger Joestar.
“Hey.” He mutters out, acting as though he didn’t almost die from his uncle referring to him as a parental figure.