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The day began with a funeral.
Narrative causality (and John’s professor) proclaimed that it should be raining, for symbolic purposes. It wasn’t. Real life (and John’s other professor) pointed out that if it rained every time someone died then the planet would be completely submerged in water right now, and we’d need gills just to survive. Thus, the funeral of Hoppy Slick was done on a Saturday morning, the sun shining brightly and a cool breeze in the air.
To say that the funeral was attended by friends and family was technically true. Slick’s friends liked the man well enough, though John suspected they were obligated to. It was hard to work with someone you disliked after all, and Slick’s natural Slickness made it even harder. Even so, Boxcars and Deuce still found themselves bowling their eyes out at the death of their leader. Droog thought himself to be made of sterner stuff, and would have but shed a single tear if he hadn't found the funeral rites to be slightly unnerving.
While his will stated that he wished to be cremated, it said nothing about how his body was going to be displayed. So in accordance to the traditions of the Speedwagon family, his body was stuffed and mounted on a pedestal. Because this was a stab happy dog lover being honored, it also meant that a stuffed terrier with a knife in its mouth was being held in his arms. Or sewn into his arms. John was sitting comfortably away from the morbid display, but he wouldn’t be surprised if it was.
A few seats in front of John and Slick’s subordinates his family grieved. John had no idea where Slick’s biological family came from, though he mused that they probably wouldn’t go to the man’s funeral anyway. Slick was not a nice man, no matter what Jade thought. Still, his kind-hearted friend shed tears for the man who had been her legal guardian for years. Besides her, the only other person one could consider to be Slick’s family also shed tears, much to John’s surprise.
“Psst, Dave.” John tapped his friend’s shoulder. “Dave.”
“What?” Dave asked. “Kinda busy being here for our friend here.”
“PM’s crying too.” John pointed to the bald woman sitting on the other side of the chapel. “She does care.”
“Nah, no she ain’t.” Dave corrected him. “I mean she is, but not ‘cause she’s sad and shit. Use those magic stand eyes of yours, bro.”
John did as his friend told him to, superimposing MC Hammer Requiem’s head over his own. With his stand’s enhanced eyesight, he could see PM’s face in greater detail. Indeed she was crying but if you notice the corners of her mouth they were twitching ever so slightly upwards. It was kind of disturbing, so he stopped staring at her.
“That’s just messed up.” John whispered back to Dave.
“Shit bro here I thought the taxidermied corpse of a knife-happy psycho took home first prize for being the most fucked up thing right now, to be honest.” Dave said.
“Hush you two, this is a solemn occasion.” Rose chided. She was bedecked in an ornate Victorian-style mourning clothing, but since this was Rose that was just what she wore on a ordinary Friday morning.
Dave wasn’t wrong, but it was still odd that PM actively rejoiced at the death of her ex-husband. It was like something out of a sitcom. Though considering the past few months of John’s life, it was hardly the most unusual or disturbing thing he’d seen. He’d met vampires, sweaty body builders with super powers gained from breathing, normal people with super powers made from ghosts, evil psychiatrists, blind people who could talk to ants, roleplayers who unwillingly forced people to play for their souls, and many more. About the only thing he hadn’t seen yet was an animal with a stand, but the day was just starting and who knows what else could show up.
Today’s trip to the local chapel ended, and John had not been attacked by a dog with a stand. The opposite in fact, as he and his close friends took a walk around town. Things had settled down since he killed Dio, enough that they no longer needed to look behind their backs to see if they were being followed by a hostile stand user. Currently they were headed for the local Chinese restaurant, which had become the frequent hangout spot for him and his friends.
“So, they’re still burning Slick’s body, right?” Rose asked Jade. “I had figured he would have a place in the Speedwagon Mausoleum.”
“I want to make sure that Slick’s will is followed to the letter.” Jade told her. Like John and Dave her choice of clothing was much more sedate than Rose’s, but was balanced out by the dog ear headphones she wore. “But I don’t know if I can do the last part of his will.”
“What, he wants you to burn his fursuit with his body?” Dave asked, smirking.
“No!” Jade had the self-awareness to sound embarrassed. “Slick wants his fursuit preserved for his children.”
That revelation wiped the smile of Dave’s face. “…Holy shit he actually had a fursuit. Are you for fuckin' real?”
“Or that he will have descendants.” Rose remarked. “How did he and the Nurse even…”
“Nature finds a way Rose.” Dave intoned the wise words of the Great Goldblum. “But man, for a creepy dude who’d stab you if you looked at him funny the guy had swag. I mean shit, he only knew Nurse Paint for a few hours.”
“I'm positive Nurse Paint could easily see his heart of gold.” Jade said without irony but then frowned again. “However, this makes the thing I have to do after he’s cremated even more awkward…”
“Which is...” Rose raised an eyebrow.
“I...have to throw his ashes over PM’s head while a tape recording of me saying I like him more than PM plays on loop.”
The group stopped walking, which was awkward because they were in the middle of the street and the traffic lights went green.
“Well, he is consistent at least.” Rose said, nodding sagely.
Rather than continue obstructing traffic, John and friends hurried to the restaurant despite Dave’s protests. Even if Jade’s family practically owned the town that was no reason to act like pricks. They should have hurried faster though, because by the time they arrived all the tables were full and there was a one hour waiting list. That’s just how things went when there’s bafflingly only one Chinese restaurant in a bustling university town. Thank god for to-go menus.
There were plenty of places for them to eat their meals in peace now that no one was out to kill them anymore. And since none of them really cared where they ended up so long as they could have lunch, they decided to head back to the university and eat at Jade’s place. Though there was no need for her to be hidden away anymore, it was nice to have a moderately large room with a flat screen television for watching good movies.
At least, until John spoted a familiar, but not recently so, sight standing just outside his and Dave’s dormitory. A well built, youngish looking man in a hat. He seemed to be gazing around at the scenery. Buildings he'd probably not seen for some time.
Jade realized in an instant who it was. They all did really. “Oh… He’s here already.”
“I suppose that means we’ll be eating without you, John.” Rose patted her friend’s shoulder.
“Good luck man.” Dave gave John a thumbs-up. He was going to need it.
"Say hi to him for me, okay?" Jade gave John a quick hug. "You've got this."
With his friends shuffling away with lunch in tow, John was left alone with one of the few people in town as tall and as well-built as he was. The man wore a light pink office shirt and plain pants of a same color. Instead of the generic businessman’s hat he associated with him, the man wore a black cap with a torn back that blended seamlessly with his hair. Rather than the stereotypical smoking pipe, he held a cigarette in between his fingers.
It wasn’t the attire he associated with him, but then again John was learning a lot of things about him that he would normally never associate with him.“Hi Dad.”
Curt nod. Faint smile. “Son.”
“Want to go for a walk?”
Nod.
Four minutes into their stroll around campus, John broke the silence. “I understand.”
Eyebrow raise.
“Mhmm.” John nodded. “I understand.”
“Huh, that’s a relief.” Dad was being unusually chatty. He must’ve been relieved to skip what would’ve been an awkward conversation with his son.
“After all the cra…stuff I went through, I can see why you wouldn’t want me getting into the uh, family business.” John continued. “We get into some messed-up stuff.”
Nod.
“But it wasn’t all bad, I guess.” Behind John, MC Hammer appeared. “I did get a pretty cool stand out of it after all.”
Behind Dad, another stand emerged. It was built as powerfully as MC Hammer, but was purple instead of blue. Grey speckles the shape of clouds dotted its shoulders and chest, and it had hair long enough that it reached the back of its knees. Like John’s father, it’s face was a passive emotionless slate, as if cut out from stone. “Star Platinum.”
“….Mine’s still cooler.”
Father and son both dismissed their stands, the latter smiling sheepishly. “You’ve been told of my adventures?”
“They wouldn’t shut up about it once they heard that I was the youngest Joestar.” John chuckled.
“Hmph, figures. Tell me yours then.”
John beamed. He’d been thinking of how he’d tell this story to his Dad the moment he asked. “Well, let me start with the villains…”
PM’s face was a block of granite. While her stoic demeanor on the job was completely neutral and benign, this time it also hid immense apprehension. Her companion seemed to be the same, much to her hidden relief. Truth be told, she didn’t feel the same intense dislike for Droog as she did Slick. Of course, she hadn't been married to the man for three months and fourteen days. And he didn't make a show out of showing his stabs. Droog was all about effeciency, which suited her fine.
There shouldn’t have been this much apprehension over a flash drive, but when this flash drive was all that was left of Dio Brando, then intense anxiety was the correct emotion to feel. John had claimed that he felt nothing when he picked the drive up, and it was clear that it had no connector. There was no possibility of Dio Brando returning, short of the universe itself being reset. Still, it paid to be cautious. They thought him finally dead when he was defeated by Holly Joestar-Kujo, and yet this happened under their noses.
“We should break it. Tear the bastard’s corpse to pieces.” Droog suggested, tapping glass case that stored Dio’s drive.
“Will that even kill him?” PM asked rhetorically. “He is a stand after all.”
“Pretty sure he’s already dead.” Droog said. “We’re just making sure there's no trace of him for someone like Pucci to bring back.”
“True.” PM opened the case, which prompted fifteen men in combat gear to cock their assault rifles. There was no chance of her doing something stupid like running off with the drive, but it paid to be safe. “We can crush it with our stands, but I feel that burning it to ash would be safest.”
Droog agreed. “That’d work .We can use the local mortician’s oven for the job.”
When Dio’s stand drive was thrown into the oven two days later, PM swore she heard screams come from inside, until the drive was completely destroyed. If Droog or Boxcars heard it as well, they didn’t say.
As for Pucci’s body, the corpse was to be returned to his family. It ended up being picked up by a man who claimed to be his brother. Whether he knew of his brother’s true nature at all, he didn’t say.
“..but you know about those guys.” John shrugged. “Now, their henchmen…”
Karkat Vantas, for once in his life, was not a barely functional bundle of anxiety and frayed nerves kept alive by sheer spite. He was in fact feeling the complete opposite of that. It was a genuinely frightening prospect for him. To someone who’d lived his entire life trying to keep up with the whims of an insane psychiatrist it was nice to finally have peace of mind.
The Speedwagon foundation had dropped all charges leveled against him and most of his friends. John vouched for them, which was more than enough to convince the foundation. It was the little things like that which made Karkat happy he hadn't spit on John’s food when he and Kanaya were making them. That and Kanaya would be very cross with him.
As an added bonus to being let free, they were also given lodging within the foundation, even an offer to study at the University in exchange for a few years of being called in whenever there was stand-related business that needed checking out. It was a tempting offer, truthfully, one that would allow them to make use of the skills they developed under Pucci for constructive purposes.
“We should take it!” Feferi said right before she stuffed her face with pickled herring. Since the death of Dio she’d finally been taken off the sedatives that kept her from escaping. Surprisingly enough Feferi didn’t hold a grudge against the Foundation for imprisoning her. Had it been Pucci instead of the Foundation it would have been worse. “It’s not like we have anything else to do now.”
“That’s precisely why we shouldn’t take the offer though.” Sollux countered. Rather than eat free solid food like everyone else, he was drinking the IV drip he’d been hooked up to for the past week or so through a straw. It was kind of disturbing if Karkat was honest, but at the moment they were hanging out in Sollux’s room so he’d only pointed out how weird that was once. “We’re free now. Why tie ourselves up to people who’ll use us for our abilities like Pucci did?”
“For starters, they’re willing to pay for our education.” Terezi pointed out with a grin. “Not something to scoff at in this day and age. And they’d actually pay us to do stand bullshit instead of passive-aggressively threatening us with psychotic clowns.”
“Wow. Surprised you’re selling out ‘rezi.” Sollux readjusted his glasses.
Terezi shrugged, before swallowing a red pepper completely whole. She always did like spicy food. “Not a lot of schools in this country that have the resources necessary for a blind girl to study law. Let alone allow her to study for free.”
“Point taken.” Sollux conceded, sighing and tapping his fingers on the desk.
“Didn’t you used to talk about wanting to get into programming Sollux?” Karkat asked. Unlike the others he was eating a burger, something simple and normal and said a lot about what kind of person Karkat was compared to his friends.
“True, true.” Sollux emptied his bag of IV liquid and threw it into the trash can across the table behind Terezi. Since he was not very strong it ended up hitting Terezi’s shoulder instead. “Suppose there’s nothing wrong with swallowing my pride.”
“I wonder if this school has a marine biology program…” Feferi mused.
“Not in Doughty anyway. The Green Dolphin campus in Florida does.” Karkat answered. He was probably the only person in the room to have actually read the phamplets handed to them by the foundation when they made the offer. “But me, I think I’d rather take cash.”
“Cash?” Terezi chuckled, tapping the floor with her cane. “C'mon Karkat! Don’t you understand that knowledge is priceless?”
Karkat snorted. “Maybe, but I’ve got other plans.”
“Like what?” Sollux asked, his tone skeptical. “Since when did you have plans?”
“Since I no longer feel obligated to keep you stupid reckless fuckers in line.” Karkat spared a glance at Terezi.
“Yeah and you did such a good job with that oh fearless leader.” Terezi joked. “So then, tell us about your brilliant plans, dear Karkat.”
“I’ll tell you nimrods when I come up with some.” Karkat leaned back on his chair, wearing a smug grin. To those who knew Karkat well it looked slightly unsettling. “After I go on my one-man round the country tour.”
“You just want to get away from us don’t you?” Feferi said knowingly.
“You bastards know me so well.” Karkat confirmed.
Terezi, Sollux and Feferi would accept the Foundation’s offer to study in the University, finally living normal lives denied to them by Enrico Pucci.
Several weeks later, Karkat would send a message to all of his friends, including John and the others. Its only content was a photograph, depicting Karkat sitting between beloved actors Will Smith and Alfonso Ribiero in a ritzy Los Angeles restaurant. He will never tell anyone the story behind this photo.
“They weren’t that bad, but some were nastier than others…” John continued as he and his father walked past the University library. “Dio nasty. Maybe even worse?”
The Speedwagon Foundation had been prepared. In the off-chance that the enemy stand users and the vampire survived, a more advanced holding cell reinforced with several layers of steel had been prepared, as well as the old ultraviolet lamps that were used over seventy years ago. More potent sedatives had been prepared, and the guards were composed of hamon users who came all the way from Tibet. Fortunately, Pucci and Dio were dead, and the rest of their lackeys were all too happy to abandon their masters.
Well, except one.
Vriska Serket. The one person in the world who was fit to host the soul of Dio Brando found herself bound to a bed with thick bands of cloth and her arms wound tight in a straight-jacket, awake but only barely. Even in this state she was aware that she had been captured, but too tired to summon her stand. In her opinion it wasn’t enough; there should at least have been a dangerous stand user watching over her. Although there was one person inside her prison that could be a threat to her.
Kanaya sat cross-legged across the room. Unlike Vriska she wasn’t strapped to her seat, although a couple of bald old monks were standing closely behind her.
“Good morning.” Kanaya greeted.
“This ain’t fair.” Vriska grumbled. “I’m as much a victim of Enrico Pucci as all of you!”
“That is true.” Kanaya agreed, rolling her eyes. The conversation they were about to have was something they’ve gone through for the past few days since Vriska’s imprisonment. “It is also true that you stabbed John Joestar in the back in an attempt to attain ultimate power.”
“Pfft, it was the front.” Vriska corrected. “And everyone tries to kill that big meathead, why do I get the Hannibal Lecter getup? I mean no offense Kan but you’re a bloodthirsty vampire.”
“None taken.” Kanaya had once been told it was one of her more interesting traits. “I was under orders and rather hungry at the time, but that does not excuse my actions. Nor does it excuse yours.”
“What about the other nerds? They’re just as culpable as we are.”
“John vouched for them when the Foundation deliberated on what course of action to take regarding us. It helps that Karkat was invaluable in the battle against Dio.”
“Hah, that’s rich!” Vriska scoffed. “If it ain’t for me there wouldn’t have been a battle against Dio for that asshole to play hero with, and I get imprisoned. There ain’t no justice in the world I tell you.”
Kanaya shook her head. Dealing with Vriska could often be an ordeal. “They’ve decided on what to do with you, by the way.”
“Firing squad?” Vriska guessed.
“You are to come with me to Nepal, where you shall be taught to temper your boundless ambition through the hamon arts.” Kanaya gestured to the monks. “I was turned into a vampire against my will. I would like to work on a cure for my condition with the assistance of the hamon monks.”
“I can’t imagine the others would want their cool friend Vriska to go away to some stinky monastery in Kathmandu.” Vriska said, scratching her chin while nodding.
“Oh it was their suggestion. Specifically, Terezi’s.”
“…Fuck.” Vriska facepalmed. She got out of her bed and began to pace about, rubbing her forehead. “And knowing those assholes they won’t even say goodbye after they send the great hero who enriched their lives to rot in Nepal.”
“Do not despair, my lily-white friend.” Kanaya reassured her. “I will be there with you, as I have said.”
“But you hardly ever argue or get mad with me!” Vriska pointed a finger at Kanaya. “Where’s the fun in that?”
“I am sure you will find a way to aggravate a bloodthirsty vampire.” She was getting very close at the moment.
Vriska put her hands up, giving in. Not like she had much of a choice anyway. “Fuck, when you put it that way I guess I'll come with.”
“Excellent. Oh, and Vriska?”
“Yeah?”
“Please try not to escape the monastery the same way you escaped your bonds.”
A month later, Kanaya and Vriska left Texas for Nepal. Kanaya, in coordination with the Speedwagon Foundation and the Hamon Monks, continue to find a cure for vampirism.
It took Vriska three months to escape the monastery, despite under heavy guard and sedated. She was last seen somewhere in Naples, Italy.
John and Dad were now outside the University, eating burritos as John continued to recount his adventure. “But I did meet some good friends too.”
Suits were anathema to Equius Zahhak. He was a big man, and even formal attire customized for his large frame had a tendency to be torn apart if he flexed his muscles too much, leading to hefty fees. Nevertheless he persevered despite his perspiration. After all it wasn’t every day that he got to hang out with his friends; when he wasn’t honing his physique he was dedicating himself to his studies.
“Do I look acceptable?” He asked shyly.
“Nyanderful, best friend, nyanderful!” Nepeta gave him a thumbs-up. She herself was dressed in a classic Victorian era maid dress, though those kinds of dresses normally didn’t include a sleeping cat strapped to Nepeta’s chest in a baby carrier.
“Then let us be off.”
The hamon using duo nodded to each other, and climbed up the stairs of a dormitory. It was one of the smaller ones just outside the University. They entered the dormitory common room, where two people waited for them as they sat around a table covered by plastic figures and sheets of paper.
Aradia and Tavros were both as strangely dressed as Nepeta and Equius. For Aradia she had put on makeup that made it look like her skin was peeling off to reveal bone underneath, which looked appropriate on someone wearing tattered rags. Tavros had donned a bad wizard costume and fake elf ears, leafing over the pages a book on his lap.
“Hi guys!” Tavros greeted. “I was afraid you’d forgotten about today’s session.”
Aradia tapped a pencil on the table, chuckling. “With costumes like that, I can see why they’re both late.”
“Oh pshaw, you guys look purrfect too!” Nepeta said as she took a seat next to Aradia. “Well then, let’s get this game started!”
Equius, Nepeta, Tavros and Aradia would continue to study at the university. At one point in the near future, Tavros will invite everyone to one of his games, and nearly kill all his friends by accident due to his stand.
“…They’re all pretty nice guys Dad. Weird, but nice.” John continued. “I could even trust my life with some of them.”
Rose did not felt like eating. Seeing John go off with his Dad should have been a heartwarming sight, but seeing them together made her think of her own parents. She’d gotten through more harrowing experiences in the past few months than she did her entire life. The battle with Gamzee in particular was quite the eye opener to say the least. Despite how traumatic it was for all of them, it did bring up an important point in her life that needed closure.
“I wonder what the price of a ticket to France is during Spring Break?” Rose mused.
Unlike Rose, Dave’s appetite was not ruined by sad musings of how his life had been. He’d gotten most of that out of his system after he saw Pucci’s corpse. The weight on his shoulders that’d been burdening him for most of his life had finally been lifted, and he felt like he could finally move on.
Dave put his burrito down and reached for a pack of junk food from Jade’s pantry. “Huh. Not the place I’d think of going to during Spring Break.”
Jade was similar to Dave, in that most of her problems had more or less been settled. It helped that the biggest issue she had, having a magic arrow lodged inside her mind was no longer a problem. The Foundation had decided to store it in an undisclosed location, were hopefully no one would find it.
Unlike Dave, Jade had already finished her burrito. She lost a lot of weight during the years she spent comatose, and she was keen on getting her old physique back. “Well Paris is really pretty, it’d be a fun trip.”
“I intend to look for my father, a Frenchman my mother met years ago.” Rose answered.
Dave, who had been in the process of eating an entire plastic bag full of cheese covered chunks in one go, choked.
“Oh. Your father.” Jade blinked, just as surprised. “Wait, you have a father?”
“I was not conceived in a secret genetic laboratory, contrary to what you might have believed.” Rose shrugged. “At the very least, there was much more alcohol and self-loathing involved in the process.”
“Your dad.” Dave repeated once he regained his breath.
“My father, yes.” Rose reached for her wallet and procured a small photograph, placing it on the table.
Dave and Jade crowded over it. It was an image of a garden that was covered with roses. In the middle of the photo was an imposing, muscular man. He wore the smug, rascally grin of someone who you should probably not trust with anything important. He was giving the photographer a thumbs-up with one hand, while the other covered his ear. He was handsome, and had Rose’s purple eyes. In her own opinion Rose felt lucky she didn’t inherit his hair. It was white and rose from his head like a tower, its top flat enough that you could rest a glass of water on it. Which in the picture, it was.
But most peculiar of all was what was behind him. It was an important detail, one that only a few people in the world could see. An armored knight of silver mirrored the man’s pose, but instead of a thumbs-up, it brandished a rapier in its hand.
Jade was astonished. “…is that…”
“A stand user, yes.” Rose nodded. “I’ve had this photograph all my life, but I only saw the silver knight when I acquired my stand. It’s the only proof I have of this man’s existence. Mother would get unusually somber and stop drinking whenever I ask about him.”
Dave whistled. “That’s heavy. So does this mean your mom’s…”
Rose shook her head. “No I doubt she was. A single mother trying her best to raise a child while battling alcoholism is the only thing extraordinary about her. That and her collection of cat plush toys.” She added with some embarrassment.
“We could come with you.” Dave suggested.
“I can buy the tickets!” Jade offered. “
“Thank you, but I would prefer to confront him by myself.”
This was a burden Rose wanted to carry herself. She would only be satisfied if she confronted her father herself. That didn’t mean she wasn’t touched by her friends’ offers to help though. Now that she got that out of her chest, the knot in Rose’s stomach had untangled, allowing her to fill it up with passable Mexican cuisine.
“That’s cool.” Dave could respect Rose’s decision to do make this decision herself. “Shit, now I gotta think of what to do during spring break.”
“Oh!” Jade nudged Dave’s shoulder. “There’s a comic book convention in Austin during your spring break! A few big authors from overseas are going, including the author of your favorite comic. What was his name again…” Jade slapped her forehead. “Right! Boingo!”
Dave sighed. He’d already known about the convention. “See that’d be the most fucking amazing week of my life if I had a shit ton of money coming out of my ass.”
“I can pay for it if you let me come with you.” Jade said, smiling. “I’ve always wanted to go to one, and I think it’d be great to go with a friend!
A single tear rolled down Dave’s eye. He takes Jade’s hands into his and clasps them lightly. “You are the best human being who isn’t Snoop Dogg on the face of the earth, Jade Speedwagon.”
“Nerds.” Rose snorted, smiling broadly.
Rose Lalonde departed for France during spring break to search for her father. She would ruefully regret this decision, for the man who sired her was a human disaster. In spite of this she loves her old man anyway. This love would be sorely tested when her father tries to woo Rose’s mother back and she is somehow convinced by him to help. It also causes her existential dread at the thought of his father offering to raise her instead of her mom.
Dave Strider would meet his idol at the Austin comic convention. Meeting him makes Dave reconsider his choice to study paleontology in favor of a career in comics. Witnessing the authors of Jailbreak and Pink Dark Boy get into an ugly fist fight that escalates with the entire convention center almost burned to the ground, on the other hand, reconvinces him otherwise. He still decides to write a comic about dinosaurs for fun on the side.
Jade Speedwagon returned back to school and immediately climbs to the top of her physics course. Her physical recovery takes a much longer time however, despite her insistence to the contrary leading to a few accidents that could’ve been easily avoided. She refuses to carry out Slick’s last request, which leads his ghost haunting her for a few weeks after spring break, until everyone urges her to do it just to get rid of the dead man who keeps ghost stabbing them.
“And yeah, they’re great guys. The best guys.” John paused. “I guess if there’s one thing that made everything worth it, it was being able to meet those guys. They are like the coolest guys.”
Smile. Ruffling of son’s hair. “I’m glad you found good friends.”
John frowned. Even though he was a good three inches taller than his father at the minimum the man still did that. “Thanks dad, I guess.”
Nod. Hat removed. Hat placed on son’s head.
John was stunned.
“I’m proud of you.”
“T-thanks.” John managed to choke out. Nothing else needed to be said. “I love you too Dad.”
Having made his peace with his Father, the Joestars decide to go to Morioh in Japan for a family vacation, as well as to visit their relatives. Because of who they are however, the two have a…「Bizarre」 adventure. That is a tale for another time however.