"Polnareff, I can't believe I'd run into you here!"
At that exclamation of delighted surprise, Jean Pierre Polnareff visibly froze. He had been about to say something else to Don Quixote, but that voice...
He turned his head and saw a man in white coming around another corner, his face lit with the same delighted surprise.
"Hey! Jotaro?! Long time no see! You've slimmed down, huh?"
As he looked Jotaro up and down, taking in the white-clad man who looked far more mature and less burly than he remembered, Polnareff couldn't hide the joy on his face either.
Although Don Quixote's information had prepared Jean Pierre Polnareff for the possibility of meeting Jotaro on this trip, when they actually met, the excitement in his heart was impossible to put into words.
Still, he had to admit that Jotaro had changed considerably over these ten years. His features were noticeably more mature, and he was no longer that seventeen-year-old high schooler built like a double-door refrigerator. His frame was somewhat leaner now.
But remembering what he himself had looked like just a few days ago, Polnareff gave a faint smile. The pot couldn't call the kettle black-he had still been a wheelchair character a few days ago.
Compared with him, Jotaro had it pretty good.
Looking Polnareff up and down and finding him little changed from his memories, Jotaro began to feel some confusion after the initial rush of delight.
Just a few days ago, Polnareff had spoken to him over the phone as usual, saying he was still investigating the Insect Arrow. Why had he suddenly appeared in Morioh today?
And from the way he was acting, it was as though they had been out of touch for an entire decade.
Their last face-to-face meeting had indeed been nearly ten