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Jotaro stares at the waves, crashing quietly against his shin. The quiet sea breeze washes over his raven locks, flakes of salt pepper his tan skin. Jotaro groans, rubbing his eyes.
“I think it’s about time to reel it in, Jojo.” the familiar voice pecks at his nape, leaning heavily.
“I’ll think about it, Nori.” He laughs, holding the arms wrapped along his waist. “Fine, let's get you to bed.” They laugh, kissing his heavy jawline.
Crawling into bed, Jotaro peels off his soaked clothing, touching his icy feet to his husband’s ankles.
“If I didn’t love you, I would’ve left you in Cairo.” Kakyoin laughs, pulling the larger man closer.
“If I didn’t love you, I would’ve left that flesh-bud in your thick skull” Jotaro tucks himself under Noriaki’s chin, smiling.
“You’ve got me there, Jojo.”
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“Babe, your hair looks fine.” Okuyasu grumbles, grasping at the empty spot beside him in bed. “It’s way too early for this.”
“You don’t understand the importance of this. It’s the first time that all of the Joestar Bloodline will be in the same room. I need to make the best impression as the most fashionable!” Josuke crinkles his nose, adjusting the one out of place hair.
“Please, Josuke. Come lay with me for a bit. The plane won’t get here until this afternoon.” Okuyasu ponders for a moment, “Where are you even gonna fit everyone?”
“Mom has it handled, We’re gonna head down to Jotaro’s for a Barbecue.”
“Sweet! Am I invited?” Josuke laughs, pressing a chaste kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead.
“Of course, you're family.”
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The plane rumbles, Joseph whimpers. “Why do we have to take a plane again?”
“How else will we get to Japan to see your family?” Caesar groans, absentmindedly rubbing circles into his temple.
“You know how I feel about planes, Caesar..” Joseph pouts.
“We’ll be just fine, Jojo. Just wait, you’ll see Holly, Josuke, and Shizuka. All of our lovely bambini in the same place. Not to mention your grandson as well.” Caesar smiles, running his hand through his husband’s hair.
“Remind me to thank Suzie when we get back.” Joseph chuffs, leaning back in his seat. “She gave us a good bunch of kiddos.” He sighs, eyes slipping shut.
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“Giorno, amorino. Everything will be fine here without us.” Mista smiles, pressing kisses to his lover’s birthmark.”
“I can’t help but worry. What if someone tails us, there might be children.”
“With a group of the strongest Stand User’s in history? I don’t think even an idiot would follow, amore mio.” Giorno smiles, tucking his hand underneath mista’s hat, waking his stand. “Oh come on. Now I have to feed them before we leave.” He grumbles, Sex pistols squealing.
Giorno slides to the kitchen counter, slicing up the babies’ favourite salami. He decides to pack the rest of the stick for later, the plane ride won’t be long, but the little one’s won’t be pleased without a snack.
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“Ya amar, your breakfast will get cold soon.”
“Just reheat it with Magician’s Red! I have to get ready!” Jean Pierre laughs triumphantly, packing his suitcase full of unneeded garbage.
“Habib albi, I will strangle you from here.” Avdol cackles, placing the perfectly toasted bread on his boyfriend’s plate, shifting it every so slightly as to not touch the fragile poached egg.
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Jotaro sighs, adjusting his newest hat. Jolyne had found a knack for sewing and customization.
“Are you nervous?” Kakyoin smiles, jostling Jotaro from his thoughts.
“Of course I am.” He sighs, making room in front of the mirror.
“Daddy!” a voice squeaks, pushing between himself and his husband. “I think they're here!’