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[He idles a minute, taking another few sips before returning the wineglass to Rohan again.]
I've talked to her now. She said you painted her, she was the blue and red gargoyle?
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That's her. She's a firecracker-- pun not intended. [ Wew. ] Her timing was less than idea but I suppose I appreciated her company for once. That bottle over there...
[ He uncoils and leaves roughly half of himself still by the window to fetch the bottle. ] This is a wound sealant. She said that it works on everything from shedding scales to a slashed jugular.
She is usually awful to me. It's mutual most of the time. I don't know why she felt like extending kindness when all I did was put her crazy ex in his place when he impersonated her on the network.
It's like Opposite Day around here. [ He picks up his head to look over Jotaro's face. Hopefully nothing has gone opposite with him either. ] I don't like it.
I don't feel like this. Ever.
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[And now at last he makes his way over, making his palm go pleasantly warm before it makes contact with Rohan's skin and scale near his shoulder.]
Do you feel like...you know. Being close to me, for a while?
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CAN HE EVEN PETRIFY SOMETHING THAT IS ALREADY TECHNICALLY A ROCK??? ]
Are you asking for a hug? [ Since that word is VERY out of Jotaro's vocabulary. Snakebutt is already sliding across the floor a thousand feet away from himself, making the executive decision to make lumps of coils around the gargoyle's feet. ] I would like that. [ Rohan doesn't wait for an answer and slowly lurches forward to not really embrace Jotaro as much as he sort of sets his forehead between his chest and his shoulder. He can stare there instead as the rest of him hugs at his ankles. ]
I have a question. And don't make fun of me for it. I'll kill you too.
[ that's the spirit, rohan. ]
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[He says, as he completely ignores the question of whether or not this is a hug entirely, in favor of focusing on the important part, which is gathering Rohan in and setting his personal body temperature to "low gentle heat", which makes him sound more like a clothes dryer than a gargoyle.]
I'll listen, whatever it is.
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When you say it like that, how could I possibly be worried? [ He rolls his eyes tiredly and still does not look up. Talking right into his shoulder. ]
Do you feel the same way that I do? About--... [ This is so stupid and he knows it. After his conversation with Josuke during their sleepover, he feels moderately compelled to ask based on lack of restraint. ] You know...
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[The problem, he thinks to himself, isn't that he can't figure out how to finish that sentence; on the contrary, it's that he can think of entirely too many ways to do it. Do you feel the same way I do about me? About this? (About Josuke, possibly, but that doesn't seem like it's a point Rohan wants to focus on all that much right now.)
He runs his hands down Rohan's back, skimming the warm palms over the planes and ridges of his spine.]
...I think so. I don't know if it's exact — I don't have any way of knowing that. But...I think it's pretty close.
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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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[He, too, adjusts slightly, watching as color ripples through Rohan's scales — green this time, rather than the purple he'd seen before, and it makes him wonder what might be causing the difference between the two — and adjusts his body temperature in response to the brief flickers of chill when he feels them.]
You're turning colors again.
[And maybe that's not really relevant, but it's easy to say, and every word comes heavily-laden with unusually deep affection. Jotaro, under normal circumstances, is usually the furthest thing from open with his feelings, but this time there's no mistaking them — and, as usual, they're coming in a different language than the spoken word.]
I like us. ...This. I don't have to be able to find the right words for what it is to know that it's what I want.
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I like us too.
[ It's all he feels he needs to reply with. The more concise they are, the better they function together overall. One of them is wordy, the other is not. Meeting in the middle works out.
Rohan Turns his head and straightens up without pulling too far. His arms have turned green. He treats it like he has seen it before. ]
I'm tired. That's what it's telling me. [ He implies that there are a few more colors with that. ] I've overworked and I need to go to bed. [ Now he HAS to admit it when his own scales are going to out him. His gaze hops to Jotaro's face. ]
Shall we?
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[Soothe, soothe. One of his hands slips back around and comes up to rest against Rohan's cheek, the rough pad of his clawed thumb skimming gently at the corner of his mouth.]
But you're right, I'd better get you home. You can fall asleep on my shoulder on the way, if you want.
[Given the lilt in his voice, that's not an outcome he'd mind all that much, or even to begin with.]
Are we taking the glasses and things too? Or am I just taking you?
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His eyelids falling to the half, Rohan nods shallowly. ]
Green has always looked good on me. [ He only half-jokes. Jotaro will find the hand on his cheek covered with a green one. ]
Just take me and the bottle. That might be useful to keep around the house... [ IN CASE OF GOUGE-RELATED INJURIES... ]
Kiss me and let's go.
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[Idly, he's tempted to float something else, something clever about their forthcoming flight home like and you look good on me, but the urge to do so fades away when he takes into consideration how exhausted Rohan still looks, and how it's not really the time for humor of that particular variety.
What gets him, though, is how easy the order he's given seems. At what point, he wonders, did kiss me become such a natural part of their routines? When did it become commonplace? When did he start looking forward to it?
Regardless, it's easy to do, and Rohan is waiting.
So he nudges down, letting their noses bump and brush very slightly before tipping his chin for the kiss he's been asked for, soft and slow and his best attempt at being reassuring.
When he does pull back, he doesn't go far, and rests his chin on the top of Rohan's head for a second afterward.]
I've got you, Rohan. Relax for a little while. I've got you.
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A hand sets its palm against Jotaro's chest for the beat or two that the kiss lasts. It slips up when he pulls away, over his shoulder to support himself for coiling around him the way he always does. ]
I know. [ The world would literally implode if anyone saw him acting like THIS... It's the middle of the night, no one is here, and the down-low is not totally necessary. He wilts gently against him, burying his head against the gargoyle's wide shoulder. ]
Go on. Don't worry about locking up.
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[It's easy and practiced, how he adjusts his balance and stance to compensate for Rohan hanging on to him, but tonight he takes a little longer with lingering over it — his adjustments more gentle, less methodical, less businesslike. He's always been better with tangible messages of affection than he has with verbal ones; tonight he's sending the same one over and over, that it's fine for Rohan to unwind and put himself in Jotaro's hands, because they're hands that are already ready and waiting to catch him.
And moreover, maybe he just wants this to last a little longer for his own sake, too — this moment with their mutual guards lowered, with their edges raw but their proximity like a balm to soothe it. He always feels better lately when he's got something to protect. So much the better in these rare cases that he actually knows how to get it right.
He carries Rohan back through the shop and carefully out the door, pulling it shut behind him before pausing to turn his attention to him on the shop doorstep.]
Ready?
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He won't go to pieces. Not Rohan. ]
I am. [ He replies to Jotaro's prompt, shifting his coils to get comfortably situated for the fly home. To believe he hated it. Rohan does one last thing as a gesture of thankfulness for Jotaro always doing what he really doesn't have to. A kiss is pressed to his warm cheek following a sigh. ANYONE ELSE would have called him out on not being the prickly, icy thing he is right now. That's why it's kept on the down-low and he never actually changes anything about himself too much otherwise... ]
Thank you.