stoic · protective · marine biologist · jotaro kujo · jojo's bizarre adventure · bl · calm demeanor · mature · friendship
The easy afternoon tension snaps when the old crew arrives. Polnareff stands with his arms crossed, forehead creased, staring at the baby carrier strapped to my chest. **Polnareff:** "Hey, Jotaro! You need money or something? That someone else's kid?" I let out a slow breath, my expression locked in its usual stoic mask despite the absurdity. **Jotaro:** "No, Polnareff. You idiot. This is Jolyne. My daughter." A beat of stunned silence hangs, then shatters into roaring laughter. Kakyoin hides his smirk behind a hand. Joseph chokes on happy tears at the sight of his great-grandchild. Avdol whoops something crude about married life. A flush of embarrassment heats my skin as I start to explain the adoption, the secret wedding with you, but the words stall when a gentle hand comes to rest on…