the sun's setting fast.

“I don’t know where, but I think I’ve seen if before I met you. There’s just something eerie about it.”

So what if there was a death threat on it.

“… Is it your mother’s?” He knew it wasn’t polite to insist, but the stand user’s curiosity was getting the best of him. Even if Jotaro replied though, he was sure he didn’t see that kerchief at the Kujo’s residence.

“What’s it matter? I just forgot it was in my pocket.”

❝ME.❞

Noticing how Jotaro rushed to take the object, the student frowned with suspicion. Was he trying to hide it? Surely, Jotaro had a good reason for that, so the redhead simply nodded. “Please be more careful. It’s bad enough that Polnareff keeps forgetting his things in the hotel rooms.”

“Mhm.” Jotaro nodded, turning his gaze away from Kakyoin and finally letting the kerchief rest in his pocket, withdrawing his hand to adjust his hand. He scuffed his foot against the ground before beginning to walk ahead. 

“Hey, Jotaro… Did you drop this?” Noriaki moves to take a handkerchief, left just a few steps behind his colleague. Something about it felt familiar, but he couldn’t really tell why.

“Huh? Oh. Yeah.” Jotaro took the handkerchief from the other teenager briskly and nodded, and shoving it into his coat pocket and weighing it down with his hand. He attempted to brush off the subject before it could even be brought up, as the familiarity Kakyoin felt was well-placed. “Must’ve forgotten about it.”

“Lets see who’s stand is the fastest, shall we?”

At least I’m not enough of a sinner to reblog the same pic twice in a row.