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[standless]

CHARACTERNAME
UN: JOJO2

STATUS: Graduate Student

ACCOLADES: Degree in Archaeology, Practitioner of Hamon

BIO: Hello! My name is Jonathan Joestar- I'm presently taking a few courses for study here to make up for lost time. I'm quite excited to meet with all of you! :)

© TESSISAMESS

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[strings_theory]

Y-yeah, I'm certain. It's fine. [If something goes wrong, then maybe she can shuffle off the blame. It's nasty and dirty of her to do, but if it comes down to her being able to keep seeing her mom or throwing Jonathan under the bus? She'd absolutely throw him under it without a second thought.

Sorry, Jonathan.]

[standless]

[The sad thing is, Jonathan would accept it, and perhaps even insist upon it.

As it is, he may well put off asking just out of sheer hesitance now.] Alright.

[Alright.

That's a thing for later then, however much later it is. So instead he sort of squashes up a bit more in the blankets- or blanket, rather- and tries to think of something else.

...

There is not a lot else. Not that sounds natural, anyway.] If... ...if it isn't too much...

...can I ask what she's like? [he asks quietly, one ear twitching a bit anxiously.]

[strings_theory]

[... What a strange question to ask.

She's blinking slowly at him again as she's settling back down into a more comfortable position and slowly calming down in turn.]

I... guess she's like any other mom, really?

Kind, but strong-willed, was there any time I fucked up along the way to help me get out or get through it. Hell, after dad left I thought that maybe it was because of me, maybe it was better if she got rid of me, too.

But she didn't.

Honestly, I admire her at the end of the day. She doesn't need to be out there fighting someone to be strong or whatever, she just has to be her. Not putting up with my shit, or his shit, or anyone else's. It doesn't matter what they think, she already knows the answer.

[standless]

[Like any other mom...his eyes seem a little distant as she says that- but he listens rather than interrupting, taking in every word like a sponge.

She sounds...] ...If 'any other' mother is as you described, I should think anyone to have one is fortunate indeed, [he ultimately says, nodding as he smiles.] She sounds wonderful, truthfully.

[strings_theory]

[Perhaps it's for the better that she's catching the terms in those words, a small frown playing on her lips.]

... You didn't get that chance, did you? [Way to be blunt, Jolyne.]

[standless]

[Ah-

His head tilts some, but ultimately he shakes his head.] ...Unfortunately. I... ...I cannot say I knew her- she died when I was only an infant. But I've wondered, more than once, what it would have been like. My father, you see, spoke very fondly of her when he did.