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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.