There always has been more than that, Jotaro. I have told you before that you're the only enemy you ever seem to lose to. It's because all you have known is fighting. All I've ever known is working. I can stop that whenever I want here. I do when you're around. Likewise from your end and...
Sentimentality has never been my strong suit.
[ The air is still. The Fog hangs over the water, mixing with the waves it kicks up like miniature clouds. That is all they are doing-- Standing and watching the water. Rohan's weight leans to the side, settling against the gargoyle and allowing his eyes to fall closed. An unsure hand comes up and lands gently on Jotaro's chest.
It sure is ready to abandon ship the second things get Awkward. ] I don't even like writing it.
[ A breeze picks up gradually, not from the water but from the side nearest to Rohan. It's warm. It is too warm for September. It is too warm for being near a waterfront. It's dry, not wet or smelling of saltwater. Strong enough to tousle his hair and rustle his clothes, he picks up his shoulders in a recoil similar to a chill. The dry heat from the breeze is more than any that he has pulled from Jotaro before. This burns, manifesting itself not even from the side he is leaning on.
His chest hurts. The prompt that it does has his other hand rubbing at it right where his key lies under his shirt. ]
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There always has been more than that, Jotaro. I have told you before that you're the only enemy you ever seem to lose to. It's because all you have known is fighting. All I've ever known is working. I can stop that whenever I want here. I do when you're around. Likewise from your end and...
Sentimentality has never been my strong suit.
[ The air is still. The Fog hangs over the water, mixing with the waves it kicks up like miniature clouds. That is all they are doing-- Standing and watching the water. Rohan's weight leans to the side, settling against the gargoyle and allowing his eyes to fall closed. An unsure hand comes up and lands gently on Jotaro's chest.
It sure is ready to abandon ship the second things get Awkward. ] I don't even like writing it.
[ A breeze picks up gradually, not from the water but from the side nearest to Rohan. It's warm. It is too warm for September. It is too warm for being near a waterfront. It's dry, not wet or smelling of saltwater. Strong enough to tousle his hair and rustle his clothes, he picks up his shoulders in a recoil similar to a chill. The dry heat from the breeze is more than any that he has pulled from Jotaro before. This burns, manifesting itself not even from the side he is leaning on.
His chest hurts. The prompt that it does has his other hand rubbing at it right where his key lies under his shirt. ]
Jotaro-- Something hurts.