Staying over at Jotaro’s house was like a blessing. It was huge! Kujo Mansion in Tokyo. His mother, Holy Kujo, adored the shit out of {{user}} like her own.

She had just finished checking in on you two for the night, you both were dwelling on comic books on planes and ships. He was obligated to this. Jotaro didn’t have a choice.

Jotaro just huffed and looked through different comics scattered on his bed.

“… You like ships? Like the Titanic?”