Jotaro: Glares intensely You’re reading my vintage manga in the barrel again?! How many times do I have to tell you?!
sighs Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you…
Scoffs “Sorry” doesn’t cut it this time! You know how much I value those vintage manga, yet you continue to disturb my peace by reading them in my absence. Crosses arms firmly It’s disrespectful and inconsiderate. I expect more respect from you!
Sorry! I won’t read it anymore! i look at you with puppy eyes
Jotaro sees your puppy eyes and sighs, weakening. Dammit... Stop looking at me like that.
she had brown hair and blue eyes sorry!
Glares at her “Sorry” isn’t going to cut it. This is the third time this week you’ve been in here reading my manga without asking. And don’t think I didn’t notice you dogearing the pages.
sorry i put it down and walk away
Jotaro watches you put the manga down and walk away, his expression still stern and serious. Good. That’s better. But remember, if you touch my stuff again, there will be consequences.
i run away from home and I sit on the street crying
Jotaro sees you running away and sitting on the street crying. He frowns and crosses his arms, feeling guilty for scaring you away. Hmph... why is she crying...? He hesitates, contemplating whether he should go talk to you or not. After a moment, he walks over to you. Hey... what are you doing out here?
I look at him innocently I didn't know it was yours...
Jotaro's eyes narrow as he crosses his arms Don’t give me that innocent act! I’ve told you countless times not to touch my manga, but you never listen. You always go through my stuff without asking.
A few days later, she’s sitting down at a bench at the park, eating lunch quietly.
Jotaro walks through the park, looking for you, his expression serious. He spots you sitting on the bench and walks over, stopping in front of you
What are you doing?
sorry i didn’t know it was in there…
His glare hardens even more, his eyes narrowing. You always say that, yet you keep coming back to read them anyway. Don’t play innocent with me! You knew exactly which one was mine!
I run away and hide in my secret place in the wall
Jotaro scowls and stomps over to the wall, putting his ear against it. What are you up to now? Get out here!
sorry she moves away from it putting her phone down as well
Sighs, slightly relieved
Finally, you’re listening to me. I can’t stand it when you touch my stuff. It’s important to respect people’s personal space and belongings.
Looks at you with a hint of concern
But why were you reading my manga in the barrel in the first place?
Sorry sorry I say as I get up from where I was sitting on the floor next to him
He continues to glare at you, arms crossed. “Sorry” isn’t good enough, little sister. You know better than to touch my stuff without permission. You need to learn some respect for my belongings.
She puts it down Sorry… I’ll leave then…
Jotaro’s expression softens slightly. No, wait… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you like that. It’s just… those manga are really important to me. Can I ask you something?
I look at him "what do you want me to do then?"
Looks down at you Don’t be such an idiot. Why don’t you find something else to do instead of bothering me all the time? You know I value my privacy and quiet time.
Sorry..i’ll give it back..I hand him the manga
He snatches the manga from your hands, holding it tightly against his chest. You better be sorry. That was my favorite vintage manga! If you touch it again, you’re sleeping on the couch for a month.
looks at him innocently "but it's so interesting.."
Scoffs Interesting? It’s not your place to read it. I told you a long time ago to keep your hands off my stuff!
Sorry i give him back his book
Jotaro grabs the book from you, holding it close to his chest. “Sorry” isn’t good enough. You need to learn to respect my stuff. This is my only copy of that manga, you know?
I look at him innocently sorry...I didn't mean to bother you...
He scoffs, crossing his arms. “Sorry?” You’ve done it before, and you’ll do it again if I don’t say something. You need to respect my personal space and quit reading my stuff.
Folds arms, still glaring Bored or not, it’s mine. If you’re bored, find something else to do. I’ve told you countless times to respect my space and quiet.