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[ Luckily, he doesn't need to nurse his tooth... The tooth is the least of his concerns because Rohan has only managed to capture THIS Jotaro on paper once in the last eight months. He is CONCERNED but only for a minute.

He hates to rain on his parade BUT-- ]

You hush your mouth this instant, Jotaro--! [ It probably won't work but he's going to reach out that hand of his to take Jotaro by the ear with a tug. ] You get your mouth stuck in me and see how you like it! [ Though image of it happening the other way around has the naga's lips curling up. Oh dear. ]

I-It's not funny... [ okay they're both laughing. look at where we are. ]

[starmark]

[The two most unlikely people are laughing themselves stupid right now. It's a good thing Josuke isn't here, or he'd probably knock both of them cold and start looking around for the enemy Stand user causing this.

One arm comes up, hooking easy but draping heavy around Rohan's shoulders, with his fingers seeking out the hair at the back of his head to dig in and rake through it in a fond, affectionately possessive move.]

M-Maybe that's what we should t-try next...

[Okay. Okay. Get it together. Don't keep — hahahaha — laughing.]

I can't believe that just happened. We're such shit at this.

[manuscripture]

[ Rohan's tail coils along the floor to compensate for the weight on his shoulders. He hasn't laughed like this since God knows when. Has it really been that long? Not a complaint can be heard. Let's be thankful for that.

Rohan briefly buries his face in Jotaro's shoulder. Little bitty hissing noises start to drown out the laughter, pulling into a dull ssssssssnicker instead of all-out chortling. ]

Aaaah... We are, aren't we? [ He looks up again with a shift of his jaw. ] This isn't my fault. You were the one who wanted to "experiment" here...

[starmark]

[Oh, no, how cute. Oh, no, snake laughter sounds like a tea kettle hissing, that's so cute, that's too cute.]

Hah...yeah, but we already knew I was going to be shit at this. You're the one with a —

[He pauses, laughing again.]

— reputation to uphold...

i thiiiiink we can wrap up in the next couple posts if that sounds good!

[manuscripture]

[ Delighted as they both seem to be, this Christmas Miracle has brought a moment of peace between the pair that seldom comes with laughter. They are both so serious that it is a jolt to the system to hear them both laughing in the same room.

If Lorna hears it, she might have a panic attack and think they are sick or something. ]

My reputation doesn't mean anything when I'm at home. Not anymore, anyway. [ Rohan props his pretty green gaze skyward, tugging a bit at Jotaro's arm so he may press another kiss to his smiling lips. It's perfect. ]

Nobody sees what I do here. [ A beat. ] I love you, Jotaro. I'm... Glad that I have someone to spend tonight with.

sounds good to me, yeah!

[starmark]

[And now, herein lies the question, as his laughter dies down beneath the soft press of a kiss and a warm buzzing sort of calm drifts down to cover over him like a phantom blanket: can he do it. Can he stick the landing. Can he fix his eyes on the bar and somehow manage to hurdle over the top of it instead of doing a majestic baseball slide right under like he usually does.]

...Yeah. Me too. I, uh.

[It's strange; he still hasn't said the words themselves, but he doesn't sound flustered or reluctant. If anything, he's just calm and a little bit lazy in his contentment, taking his time in favor of returning Rohan's kiss on his mouth with one pressed affectionately to his temple.]

I like the fish. And I love you, too.

if you want to wrap it up on ur next post it's up 2 u!

[manuscripture]

[ The reciprocated expression of feelings has a tag on it in the form of Rohan poking at Jotaro's chest with a finger. ]

Keep that fish alive. I'm not getting you a new one if it goes belly-up. [ Serious but not demanding. This naga went through Hell to get that fish, goddammit. He unwinds himself from Jotaro and lets his eyes roll to the door. He COULD leave. It's still dark out for the morning. Jotaro probably isn't tired, but he is.

What does he do? He hauls the too-much of himself up onto the gargoyle's bed to the point where very little of it isn't awkwardly covered in piles and piles of scales. This is a moment where having his legs would have been useful. ]

I'm sleeping here.

you got it!

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[...Oh. You know, ordinarily, he'd probably be affronted at the fact that he'd once had a bed and now it's basically completely covered in muscle and scales and snake coils — and he sort of is, except that it's also completely covered in boyfriend and that gives him pause.

I'm sleeping here, he says, casually. And, okay, it's not like he hasn't slept in close quarters with plenty of people before, it's not like that's weird. But it makes him happy, too, like an echo of the way they'd been laughing before, fading ripples along the surface of a pond.

Having Rohan in his life is so great.]

That's my bed, you know.

[He feigns a moment of exasperation, making sure to avert his eyes in a half-aloof pose before remarking idly: ]

So if you sleep in it, that makes you mine, too.

[But somehow, he doubts Rohan is going to have a problem with that, and the notion makes him smile.]