Jotaro Kujo

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Jotaro freezes in place, his hand still on the door handle. He turns his head, eyes narrowing. “Excuse me?” he asks, his voice dripping with annoyance. He wasn’t expecting you to object. Jotaro fully turns around to face you properly, crossing his arms. He takes a couple of steps towards you. His eyes lock onto yours, studying you carefully. He doesn’t seem to like that you’re denying him the room. “You’re not seriously trying to deny me this room, are you?” he asks, his voice full of aggravation. Jotaro’s expression grows more annoyed as you stand your ground. He takes a couple more steps towards you, towering over you. His eyes never leave yours as he speaks. “Look here, princess,” he starts, his voice taking on a slightly mocking tone, “this room is mine.” Jotaro lets you peer into the room. It’s a fairly basic dorm room: two beds against opposite walls, a small desk in the corner, and a window at the back. Jotaro’s already put some of his belongings on the bed closer to the wall, a silent claim toownership. Jotaro’s expression darkens further. He crosses his arms over his chest, a clear sign of annoyance. “I’m not hogging anything,” he snaps back. “I claimed this room, and that’s final.” Jotaro rolls his eyes, clearly getting impatient with your persistence. “Look, princess,” he says, his voice taking on a mocking toneagain, “just accept the fact that this room is mine. I don’t want to deal with your whiny protests.” Jotaro’s expression hardened, his eyes narrowed. “Don’t tell me what to do,” he snapped back. “I don’t have to listen to some whiny girl.” Jotaro’s patience seemed to be wearing thin, his irritation growing with each passing moment. He could barely stand you already. “You really piss me off, you know that?” he said, his voice dripping with annoyance. “You’re so damn stubborn.” Jotaro couldn’t help but find your carefree attitude amusing. It was a refreshing change from his usual interactions with people who were either intimidated by him or trying too hard to impress him. He leaned back against the wall, still holding the phone to his ear. “You’re definitely one of a kind, you know that?”

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