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[ The fish is KIND OF GREEN... an attempt was made. ]

It's a perfume circa the 1920s to now. Don't ask how I know.

You know, I wasn't aware that freshwater fish came in a lot of colors. They all look like mud most of the time. Is that a breeding thing?

I think it depends on their environment, mostly. There are plenty of colorful freshwater fish, if you know which species to look for. Aquarium fish, for example — like clownfish, or bettas. The ones that are dull colors are probably that way to better blend into their environments in the wild.

[He seems to think a minute, then arrives at a decision and leans in to kiss Rohan again, pretty much purely because he wants to.]

You're really interested in hearing about fish? You don't think it's weird and boring?

[ He isn't going to turn down any of those kisses. Now that they are happening in intervals at any given time, he can't say no. He likely never will.

It's nice to feel like someone cares.

Ahh... ]

It's weird, but it isn't boring. [ Snakebutt sweeps around behind Jotaro once to circle him and then drapes across his feet. ]

I like to hear you talk. [ Beat ] About it.

...You added that as an afterthought.

[No shit, Sherlock, but it's like a lightbulb going off, cluing him in to a revelation that he's not likely to let go of anytime soon.]

You like listening to me talk? I'll have to remember that.

[But, since he is well and truly snared by Snakebutt at this point, he's left to direct Star Platinum to ferry his fish over to a secure place for it, and then has him double back over to the bed to retrieve the box Jotaro had been trying to wrap before Rohan came in.

In a flash, Star is back with the package, which jingles slightly as it moves because this stupid fuck forgot to put tissue paper inside to keep the contents from rattling.]

And this is yours. For Christmas, I mean. I don't want to let you go, though, so can you figure out how to open it without moving too far away?

[ Having Star Platinum around as an extra set of hands when Jotaro's are full of angry snake has been a blessing. Truly. Before Rohan can put his hands anywhere else, they fall onto the clittering-clattering box he is being offered. Using Star as the butler, he unwraps it whilst the Stand still has it in its hands-- ]

You were kind enough to get me something too?

It's Christmas. And we're — and you're —

[It only takes one moment of hesitation, just a quick intake of breath, before he forges forward with deliberate determination.]

— my boyfriend, so. Yeah. I did.

[And the reason for the rattling quickly becomes apparent, when the box opens to reveal a set of scale mail and some matching accessories that bear a strong resemblance to the necklace Rohan got for his birthday, all in the same gold hue. A matching set, as it were.]

[ Rohan's scales pick up into a roll of purple colors-- Boyfriend. He's tossed that word around himself at people but hearing Jotaro say it is

Nice.

Rohan doesn't try hauling all of it out at once. That's not possible. He picks up pieces of it and hold them up to the night. ]

Scales... For my... Scales...?

[ That isn't the least bit negative!! ]

You look good in it. The scale stuff, I mean, but also things that are kind of...exotic. Like bone jewelry, or when you dress yourself up...

[He reaches into the box and finds one of the gloves, drawing it out and holding it open as if inviting Rohan to slip his hand inside.]

It looked exotic. So I thought it'd be good for you.

[ An eyebrow of the skeptical variety rises. ]

Where did you find it? [ Rohan asks this while also indulging in slipping his clawed hand into the glove. He wiggles his fingers. He has always loved things that shine, the better part of the last year has amplified it. ]

I can't think of where I would wear the whole thing. I don't think I need an excuse to. I do as I please. [ He's verbally preening, yes. ] The whole piece wouldn't clash with my colors, would it?

That same store where I found the necklace. I think I'm just going to get all of your gifts there from now on.

[He adjusts the glove carefully around Rohan's fingers and hand, more for the sake of continuing to touch him than because it really needs the adjustments any.]

It'd look good with purple. If you were purple more often, that is.

[He pauses a second, then the corners of his mouth quirk up in sly amusement.]

I might have to work a little harder to keep you that way, but I'm willing to do it.

[ Rohan pulls his hand away in a flutter. Appraisal is going to take a moment-- fingers wiggling, wrist flicking. ]

It would match your aesthetic too. If I look at it that way, it sounds vain of you, Jotaro. [ He teases on a chuckle. ] If I stay purple all the time, I might have a heart attack. It only happens when I feel strongly about something.

How do you plan on that?

[ is this flirting ]

...Hah. You're right, we'd be a matched set.

[He says, casting a glance at the gold bands cutting through his dark purple scales with undisguised amusement.]

Only when you feel strongly about something, huh...I'm a little surprised you aren't purple all the time, then. Everything about you is strong — your will, your opinions. Why should your feelings be any different?

[> is this flirting

BISH IT MIGHT BE]

I said when I feel a flush of emotion. Not when you stroke my ego.

[ Not that he minds. At one point he peels the glove off and sets it carefully back into the box. ]

Who knows, it might give way to something. [ From there, Rohan clasps his hands together. ]

Thank you, Jotaro. Merry Christmas.

Everyone I gave gifts to are going to start thinking I'm nice now. [ Can't have that. ]

Don't worry. I know you better than to think that. You're a lot of things, but I don't think I'd say that nice is really one of them.

[He seems to debate a minute, then catches hold of Rohan and yanks him back in for a hard, fast surprise of a smooch.]

Nice to kiss, though, that's something else.

[ Snakebutt is just going to wrap Jotaro's legs right up with a squeeze. His hand swats at the gargoyle's chest right after.

He sure is purple again. ]

Don't abuse your power. I'll go right back to my room.

Oh, it's my power, now.

[Hello, Snakebutt. He has a light caress waiting for you, too, because he likes you a whole lot, right along with your human attachment.]

Don't go. I like it better when you're here.

[ Jotaro's clunky attempts at flirtation are endearing. Add the strangely romantic atmosphere and Rohan has something he will never put on paper. There is no preserving a moment like this in any medium that will do it justice.

Eh, Rohan could figure it out. He's rather caught up in what the Hell he's managed to do in almost a year of being stuck on this stupid peninsula. ]

You have really come out of your shell recently. [ Not gonna call back to the If I Say I Care You'll Explode moment tho. ] Is that because of me, or is it the season too?

Maybe that's just my way of "turning purple".

[Figuratively speaking. Or maybe it's just a blue moon in the sky and the gravitational pull is drawing him into the realm of Got Game.]

...Do you want me to stop?

Stop?

[ He looks shocked at the very notion. ]

I would have told you or bitten you already. [ He gives the other monster a pat on the cheek. ] Don't stop, Jotaro. You're fine.

...Bitten me?

[He slides a hand up, coming to rest against Rohan's cheek to cup his face, but the thumb slides gingerly over to stroke at the corner of his mouth where he knows those devastating fangs are hidden.

The room goes a little hotter. His face looks a little pinker, too, beneath the skin.]

Those fangs of yours would liquefy me, wouldn't they?

[ Thaaaaat... Was a question. One that Rohan took to heart and had to literally analyze because is just like that. ]

I don't know. You and I have shared food before. It means you have had exposure to my venom and not burned up from the inside. [ HM... ] I don't think they would. That or I would break them if I bit you anyway.

You know. Rocks.

[ Garg scales are tough. ]

Why?

...No reason.

[Translation: there is absolutely a reason.]

It just sounds...interesting. Or I guess, not interesting, but. Uh...

[Cough. Cough.]

[ If this were anybody else it could be filed into Mitsuhide Weird Territory. ]

Which part of it? [ THIRSTY MINDS GOTTA KNOW. ]

The biting, the melting, or the me breaking my teeth?

All three? A combination of two? You can't hold out on me now.

...The biting. Though I guess it really doesn't make a difference, since like this you'd break your teeth on my skin and I don't know if it'd really be a good idea to test your fangs against my neck or something anyway.

[#TrueConfessions]

...

Anyway. Um. Just forget I said anything about it.

[ Listen, he's not shutting it down. When phrased THIS way, ya got Rohan taken out at the ankles because now he NEEDS to know.

For the

experience

remember that's his thing ]

... Do you want me to try it? I think the Fog God has dental.

[ this is one awkward seduction ]

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jotaro why

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