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          Jotaro hummed as he roamed through the small Japanese home, pulling a variety of pans from the shelves and setting them on the burners to heat up. He always had some form of small breakfast, regardless of how healthy it was or not. He had eggs and milk here.

           "No," a curt response while he threw butter into the pan, blearily eyeballing the carton of milk for a brief moment. He married early on in College after he got Bethany pregnant, though that wasn't supposed to happen. All long wondering what was wrong with him, why he wasn't particularly attracted to anyone through out his teenage years eventually came to that point. The worst thing was, he didn't really feel anything for his current wife.

          But everyone always said, if you ended up creating a child, you had to marry. Bethany had her own words, written in gold around her ankle, but it weren't the words he said to her. Some people just didn't look for soul mates, a waste of time or simply not enough time. It was always chance, fate as it were. Jotaro messed up but they agreed to marry and make it work.

          It didn't work out that way.

          The marine biologist cracked a few eggs and a splash of milk into a bowl and had Star Platinum whisk it while he grabbed salt and pepper from a cabinet. pouring those in without really looking.

          "I only believed in that sort of thing in grade school. Mom used to tell me about it, turned out my father and her were a match made, but like my grandfather and grandma Suzy Q who had two different lines on both their bodies." He gave a shrug, turning back to pour the mix into the sizzling pan.

           "I heard many people don't bother to find their soul mates and settle down with someone else. Despite my mother's words, I was content with that," or rather, he didn't care. A fairy tale. Society told him everything he didn't feel was wrong. He tried and in the end it didn't work out. All he managed to do was make himself a little more miserable.

       ———❝ Do you see me as a burden? ❞ The question comes quick, no warning or occasion, simply asked in the most matter of fact way he could muster. He knew the answer already. Convincing himself of it had been easy.

      Lifting a bit of citrus tea to his lips, the boy stares up at her. Issah was a wonderful woman, so old, so beautiful, so kind. He’d been blessed to have her, yet he could not shake the feeling he was more a curse in her eyes.

h-hewwo....

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It wasn’t like him to be inattentive, but there was something about this night that simply distracted him, so as soon as he turned a corner he just about bumped right into her.

What an odd looking woman. Still, he was at fault here, so he’ll carefully step away and bow his head to let her through.

“Pardon me, miss, I was not quite looking where I was going.”

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     without a word, a slender arm snapped up from his side and pressed against the length of the woman’s torso. he fought her weight just enough to keep her from taking another step forward . 

     ❝ stop . ❞

     it was bold and perhaps discourteous without immediate explanation. had he miscalculated even a bit he very well could have placed his arm in a risque manner unknowingly. but once she had come to a complete stop and undoubtedly pulled back from his arm, he bent down to the small patch of grass in front of them. lissome digits pulled gently at the petal of a deep-rooted flower as he stood back up to eye level. on the green of his nail was a tint of red; a small LADYBUG, slowly making its way down to the tips of his knuckles .

      ❝ — this small creature. you almost stepped on it. ❞ he stated simply, moving the index finger of his other hand so it could continue its wandering. a small, simple smile crossed pale lips as his gaze went from the insect to the woman he had stopped . 

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          Jotaro hummed in response, closing the book he had open in one hand and putting it in the pocket of a vest just inside his coat. He approached the doors, carefully prying them open to take a look. Just a concrete wall in front of him and he gave a sigh. How annoying. Slowly, the doors eased shut and he took his place once again, glancing up where the camera would be. Elevators were a pain, given the whole Stand users attract other Stand users.

          Adjusting his hat, blue eyes glanced down to the shorter woman, grateful she wasn't freaking out like some would be. Uncomfortable, perhaps, but not screaming about it.

          “Home. The day's work is done though...” glancing at the doors once again. “It seems like technical difficulties has other plans. Yare Yare...” He could ease them down to the next floor but he'd rather not freak the already on edge stranger out. Better to just wait, these things tend to fix themselves.