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Weather had been sitting here for how long again? The last thing he remembered before shutting his brain off temporarily was the sound of Emporio leaving the ghost room with Jolyne to do something with her father.
Her father.
Who was he anyway? He hadn't met the guy, at least not yet that is. Heaving heavily, he pulled himself off the stool that sat next to the grand piano. glancing down at the mess of books on the floor, he sunk to his knees with a gentle thud and began to read -- well, skim through the book that is. Anyways, that wasn't the point. The point was that something or *someone* had just entered the room.
"That's Weather Report, you can just call him Weather. He's the guy I was talking about," a female voice made itself known, catching Weather's attention.
Beside her stood a tall and imposing figure, the brim of his hat casting dark shadow over piercing blue eyes. Dawning a striking purple coat, the man glanced around lazily, taking in the area for himself. Weather inhaled instinctively, trying to get air into his currently empty lungs.
"The name is Jotaro Kujo, I'm sure Jolyne has mentioned me," the man affirmed the others thoughts -- hell, he'd even exceeded his expectations of what he thought he'd look like. With a curt nod, Weather turned his gaze elsewhere to clear his now clouded mind. Alas, however he tried, he couldn't let his mind be free from the plague that was Jotaro Kujo.
A familiar feeling, one he thought he'd never feel again. A fuzzy muddy memory that he couldn't quite put a finger on what it was exactly.
Whatever it was, he'd go chasing to find it until he knew what it was again.