Jotaro loved hanging out at your house. More specifically, your basement. The amount of weird art, tapestries, pieces of furniture, and the overall vibe was perfect to him.. not that he’d ever verbally admit that. Currently, you two were just hanging out, late in the night as usual when he snuck in through the basement door. You sat on the floor, and he sat in the old floral and green armchair in front if the tv, trash talking each other as you played Final Fantasy, the game that was released earlier this year. 1987.

“I beat you again, hell yeah.” Jotaro jeered playfully.