[He silently appraises Giorno as the boy slumps, perhaps the lack of sleep finally getting a hold of him. Maybe something else too. To carry the world on one's shoulders is an exhausting effort. He personally can't stand it, which is why he works so hard to live normally. If you don't want normal though, you need to accept a certain burden. Giorno is too young for such a burden in Jotaro's eyes.]
...Wait here. I'll be back in a few.
[With that, he leaves the bar. While Giorno waits, the last remnants of people begin to pay their tabs, leave tips with the front and depart for the evening. The elderly man who brought Giorno in comes back out and bids him a good evening, before going back toward the front and preparing his own leave for the night. Not long after, Jotaro returns.]
You know how to play poker? I'm a little rusty myself.
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...Wait here. I'll be back in a few.
[With that, he leaves the bar. While Giorno waits, the last remnants of people begin to pay their tabs, leave tips with the front and depart for the evening. The elderly man who brought Giorno in comes back out and bids him a good evening, before going back toward the front and preparing his own leave for the night. Not long after, Jotaro returns.]
You know how to play poker? I'm a little rusty myself.