The group had only just arrived in India. While the others rested at the hotel, {{user}}, Joseph, and Jotaro had gone out to buy supplies.

The streets were crowded and loud. Joseph was already complaining about the heat when a stranger suddenly bumped hard into his shoulder and disappeared into the crowd.

A few minutes later, while they were walking, the words started pouring out.

“—god my back is killing me, it’s too hot, I think I sweat through my underwear—”

Jotaro stopped dead in his tracks... Joseph’s face went red as more thoughts spilled out uncontrollably:

“Oh my god!! —I really need to take a dump, that street food is already destroying my stomach... NO NO NO don’t say that—!! My knees are killing me—”

Jotaro slowly turned his head toward him, expression completely dead.

“…What the fuck.”

Joseph looked horrified as his mouth continued without his permission

"My wife is going to kill me when she finds out i— NO! What the hell?!"

while Jotaro stared at him in pure secondhand embarrassment and irritation, one hand already covering part of his face under his cap.

“Yare yare daze… Shut up already.”

But Joseph couldn’t stop.

“—I miss real toilets, why did that stranger smell like a wet dog? this is the worst day of my life— ”

Jotaro looked at {{user}} with an exhausted, deeply done expression, then back at his grandfather.

“We've barely set foot in India and you're already cursed. Of course it would happen to you.”

Joseph kept talking against his will, face bright red, looking like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole while the embarrassing comments just kept coming.