manuscripture: (✒ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ ᴍᴇ.)
ʀᴏʜᴀɴ ᴋɪsʜɪʙᴇ. ([personal profile] manuscripture) wrote in [personal profile] starmark 2016-09-26 01:15 am (UTC)

About the us situ--... [ You know what? That's acceptable. The answer he gets is good enough for him when he absolutely has to remind himself of who he is talking to. He shouldn't need to remind himself anymore. That falls on him. Rohan turns his head, setting his cheek to the warmth there that he can feel is making himself sort of sleepy.

Sleep?? A riled-up Rohan winding down??? ]


I'll take 'pretty close'. Anything concrete will do after today.

[ On a sigh, he shifts with a nod. A sensation in his shoulders has him running cold(er) for a split second that prompts the rest of him to squeeze up--... When he relaxes, his scales begin to shift colors unbeknownst to him. The black patches have bloomed into splotches of dull, pastel green from his shoulders to his tail. They might run colder under Jotaro's hands for a moment. Once they have changed completely, they assume their normal temperature again. ]

You wouldn't lie to me.

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