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Chapter 3: Different Persons

With arrival of the boy named after God themself, Jonathan's previously rather happy life had begun to spiral into complete and utter misery, and to say the least it sure was...something. Sure it was interesting. But at times plain cruel. None of this went unnoticed by the prying eyes you owned.

Dio was smooth with his words and even more so with his pen. Unlike his brother, who's speech and mannerisms may have been clunky, but they were good and honest.

As if it were your own hand, the lash of George Joestar made itself known to you, without even gracing your skin. The sight enough to make one flinch. Even if it weren't in your nature. His father spoke, "That's another mistake, JoJo!" How one could say somebody's nickname whilst scolding them was beyond you. But the mere thought of what might happen if you did a bad job on the painting brought a grimace to your face. Even if you knew he would not chide you the same way- the paranoia embedded itself into your mind. The back of it at the very least.

Instinctively you took a step back. Even if you were merely passing by- it had become eavesdropping long before now. And to stay much longer felt intrusive. You weren't a part of their studies after all. Before you turned, you heard, "Look at Dio! 20 out of 20 correct."

You moved from your hiding place, not well disguised, but it had surprisingly worked. It had been better than outright standing in the doorway at the very least. Internally your blood boiled. How could a man compare his own sons? It may not have been your place to judge his parenting- even so- you didn't give a fuck. You judged the Joestar patriarch even if it was silently.

'Might as well go down to dinner.' You thought. It was nearly time anyways and to get caught doing something like eavesdropping would be not only humiliating but it could very well cost you your job.

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Eventually everybody had been seated and thus the food was served. Seemingly it seemed to be steak and wine prepared professionally by the Joestar family chefs. There was a little bit of confusion in you. Why would they serve extremely expensive looking wine to 12 year olds? It didn't seem to be a smart idea considering the fact you'd probably be a bit to young to properly enjoy it. There was also the confusion surrounding the variety of cutlery available, not knowing how to properly use them, you simply opted to copy what Dio did. He surely noticed you eyeing his movements but must have chosen not to speak up about it for whatever reason. At least they didn't know you were illiterate. Maybe it'd be beneficial to ask Erina for extra extra help to learn. She'd probably not mind.

She's always been a sweetheart like that.

Jonathan ate ate with a certain... vigour. Comparable to that of an untamed dog. Seemingly he must have completely forgotten his table manners. On the bright side it did completely distract the other dinner-goers to your lack of knowledge in the matter. But Jesus Christ did you wish he used a napkin. Just once. You did hate people who weren't polite. But that may have just been an unjust vanity.

That's what you thought for a moment. A benefit of the doubt was what he deserved. After all you had your own ups and downs. A lot of downs. But then he spilt his wine all over the table and it became a travesty. Internally you sighed.

George Joestar slammed his fist down onto the table, effectively startling most everybody in the room, and most certainly gaining everybody's attention. "JoJo. You call yourself a gentleman? Where are your manners?" His father was certainly aggravated with his son's misbehaviour considering the fact that he rose to his feet. He snapped his fingers with his eyebrows furrowed. Commanding his servants that they clear the Joestar heir's place. Jonathan left agape whilst it happened.

Discombobulated and a little upset he was in awe at his own father's words. "You are to go without supper tonight," was what he dictated, showing no sign that he'd change his mind. "Dio has made me realise that I've been far too lenient on you. You are an embarrassment!" The Joestar heir watched in confusion and almost a look of betrayal as his food was taken from him from right under him. "Dio's manner's are impeccable!" That last sentence causing the boy to run away, tears in his eyes, whimpering similar to that of his dog's that morning.