temper temper.
Regardless of how large and burly Jotaro is, he’s still a kid. Seventeen years old and he bears the appearance and attitude of a young adult on steroids. The Joestar lineage graces its descendant males with a large body and an even larger heart— one that Jotaro keeps guarded with a cold-fronted facade. Joseph had already nearly ruined himself with that ingenuity of his. Jotaro could not suffer the same fate.
Deep sea greens kept a constant gaze on the other man. Genetics aren’t that giving. There’s a low chance of any other person in the world to have such a large stature and thick eyebrows like that— well, outside of the family, anyways. Burliness ran in the Joestar family, after all. Jotaro, still young, has the short end of the muscular stick. This man, however, has been thoroughly graced with testosterone.
A sharp exhale left the student, quick to remove his since soiled gakuran and tossing it in the elder’s direction. “Hardly.” Short-spoken, bold, and harsh; all common qualities of Jotaro’s typical speaking voice.
He just really didn’t want to explain the dirty jacket to his mother.
Quick to turn his back on the elder, and hands finding their homes in his pants pockets, Jotaro took his slowed strides. Only a second later did he turn his head as if to check if the other is still there. His footsteps halted at that moment, brows lowered and his gaze turning dull.
"Hurry up. I have a curfew." Incredible.
All he could do was sigh as he easily caught the jacket in his wide grasp. Kids these days.
But he was not dishonest before; if paying the fee to get this cleaned would keep him from any more trouble, Jonathan didn't mind to do it. He had hoped for a bit more appreciation, but he hoped of that from everyone. As a man of impeccable manners, it surprised and disappointed him when others did not behave the same way. It couldn't be helped, especially not with this young man, he was beginning to realize.
Once he was addressed again, Jonathan straightened, catching up to him. The two began a silent walk, side by side; as the other stayed in line with his stride, he couldn't help but remark once more on their similar stature. It was strange to meet another individual like him, and especially so young. How curious, indeed.
"... Do you roughhouse often?" He mused after a while of quiet, neatly folding the jacket he gently cradled. His voice was careful and lacked the intrusion that one would expect from a person in his situation. Seeing as he willingly let this younger man boss him around, it was easy to tell that kind of thing wasn't his style. "You seem... experienced." Was that the best word for it? He wasn't quite sure - he hadn't fought in what felt like years. He and Dio had grown too old for that--erm, among other things.















