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"Excuse me," Jonathan spoke, tapping the young red-haired man on the shoulder. He hoped he wouldn't be too spooked; after all, many people in this country seemed rather put off by his stature. "You wouldn't happen to be my great great grandson's bride, would you?" He meant it in a completely innocent way; the concept of long term dating didn't quite translate to his dated knowledge of the world.
│🍒│ Kakyoin felt a hand on his shoulder, turning to see who it was before he heard the question. Great great grandson? Bride?
Oh good god.
The last thing he expected to turn around to was a man about Jotaro’s height, and even more bigger, muscle-wise, than his fiancee. He swallowed hard, staring up at him. ❝E-Excuse me?❞ He backed up a little, stumbling over his own feet. ❝G-G...Great great grandson? ...Who are you?❞ He prayed to god this wasn’t some kind of stand user attack.
