madimpossibledreamer

The running away thing with Rubber Soul shows that Jotaro actually was listening to all those stories Joseph told, even though he acted like it was all a pain at the time and would never actually bring it up later. He doesn’t think it’s necessary and doesn’t get why it would be important. (Joseph still drives him up the wall, though.)

there’s actually a very good reason jotaro’s favorite food is listed as his mother’s cooking, and that’s because she doesn’t just cook japanese or whatever. She’ll regularly do the Italian thing and make pastries and orange juice for breakfast, and sometimes Italian for dinner. But sometimes it’ll be miso soup instead. She’ll make some particularly American sandwiches one day and okonomiyaki the next. In general she likes to try to be particularly Japanese, even when (especially when) the other housewives talk about her, but when it comes to food she cooks pretty much everything. Jotaro has no conception of how unusual this might be. Joseph complains loudly about how easy Jotaro takes to eating ‘strange foods’ one day during their journey (after bragging about being ‘worldly’ the day before). Jotaro ignores him.

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            Polnareff and Joseph are singing along with the song on the radio at the top of their lungs.  Kakyoin joins in, smiling, and glances at the other two.
            Avdol is, well.  It’s difficult to tell whether that’s a smile or a grimace.  Jotaro, though…
            If anything, his customary scowl has deepened.
            “Come on, favorite grandson of mine!  Join in!” Joseph yells above Polnareff.
            In turn, he gets a muttered response that might be like “I am your only grandson” and a growl like a wounded animal as Jotaro proceeds to nearly burrow into the seat cushions and promptly fall asleep.

            “This is why I’m not obvious about it.  People acting like that just make me want to punch something.”
            Kakyoin laughs again, having finally joined them.  “But, Jotaro-kun, if Star Platinum is a reflection of who you are inside, you always want to punch something.”
            The dangerous smirk Jotaro gets on his face is not one that bodes well to anyone.  “People are idiots a lot.”  He looks back up at his friend, thoughtfully.  Kakyoin seems to have gotten over the initial shock.  “Where were you?”
            “I went into the town and bought a medical kit.”  Upon a raised eyebrow, the man continues, “…with bandages.”
            It’s touching, really.  The smile disappears from his face, and he nods shortly.  “Thanks.”
            “Jotaro!” Gramps is yelling again.  Really, it’s most of what he does.  For now.  He’d been pretty amazing when he was younger, but then, he’d been the one telling all the stories, so Jotaro had always been a little cautious about calling them one hundred percent factual.  At least Kakyoin is understanding him again and just nods back as he carefully passes the kit over.
            “I promise, I didn’t write any threatening messages on this one,” Kakyoin states carefully in Japanese, knowing that the others will have a less full understanding of anything they say.
            “Yare yare.”  Jotaro shakes his head and begins heading a little ways out into the desert sands—within shouting distance, but he’s not going to do this in front of the Frenchman at the very least.  “Scream loudly if you’re dying.”