Sweet as Honey

③: Hydrangea

Jotaro didn't even have a chance to return to his stand before his phone began to angrily vibrate; all with messages from Giorno.
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Giovanna: So??
Giovanna: How did it go????¿??
Giovanna: Don't ignore me asshole I know where you live
Giovanna: At least tell me you got the guy's number
Giovanna: I s2g if you don't answer in the next 5 minutes I'll end you
Giovanna: I mean it kujo

It went well. Calm down. Yes I got his number. I'm not even gonna ask what you meant by that last message.

Giovanna: Oh good I thought I was gonna have to cut you for being stupid
Giovanna: I meant what I said, kujo :)
Giovanna: Are you on your way back bc I'm gonna need all the details in person

Yeah, I am. Everything okay at the market?

Giovanna: If you mean boring, then yeah
Giovanna: There's some weird dude with an undercut looking for you though
Giovanna: Says he knows Kakyoin or whatever
Giovanna: Honestly he's kinda an asshole i don't like him already
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Jotaro raised an eyebrow and pocketed his phone, deciding that he would deal with whatever situation was unfolding in person rather than letting Giorno act as a mouthpiece for him. As he walked the short distance back to the market, his mind began to buzz again with worrisome thoughts. What could this guy possibly want? Was he someone Noriaki knew well? A past fling that ended up going nowhere, back with a vengeance? What if he wants to pick a fight? Jotaro went over his options with a fine toothed comb, wrapping himself up in a cocoon of thought that enveloped all his focus; so much so that he barely noticed that he had walked past his stand until he heard Giorno calling after him.

"Kujo! Where are you going? We're over here!"

Jotaro glanced over his shoulder just in time to see the man with the undercut roll his eyes and mutter something he couldn't quite make out. It was a simple gesture, but one that made a bitter taste settle in his mouth that he didn't appreciate. Jotaro approached his stand as casually as could, trying to cover up both his blunder and his rising resentment.

"So you're Jotaro, huh? You're a lot less... impressive, than what I had imagined." the man with the undercut sneered, peering over at Jotaro with an uninterested glare.

"You have some business with me, right?" he regarded him with an air of contempt. "I dunno if you've noticed, but I kinda have a job to do, so it'd be nice if you could get to the point? And besides, how do you even know Nori? Or me, for that matter?"

"A feisty one, aren't you? I suppose I could hurry things along, as much as it pains me. I'm Rohan. I work part-time at the same bakery as Kakyoin." He tapped Jotaro's chest thrice with his pointer finger, his glare growing sharper with each jab. "Whatever you're doing to him, it needs to stop now. I don't think I've ever seen him with such a stupid look on his face, not to mention how he wouldn't shut up about you during our shift-"

"It's not his fault that you're a joyless leech, sir. With all due respect, of course," Giorno interjected, setting down his shears for a moment with an annoyed sigh. "Jotaro doesn't bother anybody. At least, not on purpose. Why don't you leave him alone instead of trying to start needless shit, huh?"

Jotaro sighed and folded his arms, shooting a bit of a worried glance at Giorno. Rohan didn't look too pleased at his butting in to the conversation, and as much as his snappy defense was both reciprocated and appreciated, Jotaro wanted to avoid conflict as much as he possibly could. There was something  slightly unsettling about Rohan that he couldn't quite put his finger on, and it made him more anxious than he already was.