[ 3am is a dead period, even in Maurtia Falls. The live music has been over for hours now, kitchen is closed for the night and the usually busy lounge now a ghost town. Operations officially close at 4am, but last call is at 2am and alcohol officially stops being sold thirty minutes after. Anyone still here is either finishing up or not yet ready to depart. People aren't typically allowed in at this point in the night, but Giorno has obviously been given exception.
Jotaro himself trades his usual cloistering in his office for the bar, both out of convenience and because he doesn't really leave his space during the evening. Only time he ventures out is to listening to the music and then he retreats right back to bury himself in the work. The lounge has always been imPort owned, but he leaves the day to day operations to his native staff who have a far better sense of how to manage a business than he does.
Still even out of the office, Jotaro is reading over a contract to be presented to any new acts for the rest of the year, glass of water as he combs over the fine details. He'd rather read research articles than this, so he's happy to tear his eyes away when he notices Giorno coming from the periphery. He nods to the host, an older stout man, in thanks before he turns to depart back to the front. For once he actually isn't wearing a trench coat, looking presentable in a black suit vest ensemble with a white collared shirt, but he does have his usual black cap on. ]
You should really be asleep. [ As Giorno may come to learn, Jotaro doesn't do casual conversation well. ] The school year is just beginning, don't you plan to attend?
[ It's more a rhetorical question - he has a feeling Giorno is not the type to get enthralled by school. ]
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Jotaro himself trades his usual cloistering in his office for the bar, both out of convenience and because he doesn't really leave his space during the evening. Only time he ventures out is to listening to the music and then he retreats right back to bury himself in the work. The lounge has always been imPort owned, but he leaves the day to day operations to his native staff who have a far better sense of how to manage a business than he does.
Still even out of the office, Jotaro is reading over a contract to be presented to any new acts for the rest of the year, glass of water as he combs over the fine details. He'd rather read research articles than this, so he's happy to tear his eyes away when he notices Giorno coming from the periphery. He nods to the host, an older stout man, in thanks before he turns to depart back to the front. For once he actually isn't wearing a trench coat, looking presentable in a black suit vest ensemble with a white collared shirt, but he does have his usual black cap on. ]
You should really be asleep. [ As Giorno may come to learn, Jotaro doesn't do casual conversation well. ] The school year is just beginning, don't you plan to attend?
[ It's more a rhetorical question - he has a feeling Giorno is not the type to get enthralled by school. ]