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[starmark]

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[starmark]

[There's eye contact, and suddenly he finds himself feeling Strange. It's an inexplicable kind of Strange, and a fleeting one: a Strange that has nothing to do with the situation or the change in Rohan's eyes or the grotesque alterations to his own form. It's Strange, and it's the kind of Strange he's going to have to think about a lot, but it sure is something because it's a Strange he hasn't felt in a while now, a Strange that reminds him of something he can't quite place.

A dark moment, impending peril, and then suddenly reason and competence, someone on the same wavelength, a spot of unexpected mirth amid the shitshow —

Hey. Do you like sumo?

It's been a long time since he felt like that.

Strange.]

The only thing worth focusing on around here is you.

[oh]

Is that okay with you?

[well]

[manuscripture]

[ Oh. ]

Oh--

[ Dead guy between them notwithstanding, Rohan can't help but feel pretty damn Strange himself. It's not for the same reason as Jotaro but it has its own awkward set of implications. An awkward set of implications that has been politely ignored and deflected up until this very second. ]

Yeah. [ He replies after a pregnant pause with a nod. There is no one else around to see how disarmed Rohan Kishibe of all people is. His upper lip twitches in the way it does when he isn't sure what to say, catching his fang briefly on the lower one before receding back into his mouth. ] That's okay with me. It's the same, really.

[ WELL. ]

[starmark]

...Okay.

[Well. Isn't this...something. All right. Yes it sure is, boy howdy.]

I'll...I'll see if I can warm up the house for you. For the time being. So if nothing else, maybe it won't be quite so...cold. For you.

[manuscripture]

[ That sure was a thing. Not a bad thing. If at all, it's getting a point across that doesn't need to be expressly phrased as anything but The only thing worth focusing on around here is you and it being reciprocated.

It works for now. It's an intricate little dance they're doing. ]

I'd like that. [ His lips hop up in little pulls of a fleeting smile or something like it. ] Should I take this to my room so you don't have to stare at it?

[ Ya know. The guy who is kind of melting into the floor and probably won't MAKE IT to the room. ]

[starmark]

It's far from the first dead guy I've seen. Do whatever's easiest on you.

[A beat.]

...Really. That much is okay. I just...I'm going to try to hold out a little longer. As long as I can.

[But believe it or not, Rohan ends up getting a fraction of a smile right back. Who'd have thought.]

[manuscripture]

I don't think he'll make it very far down the hall. This shouldn't take long since dinner conversation gave him a little time.

[ More than a little. Rohan picks up his jar again and the end of his tail about Jotaro's wrist gives one light squeeze before going limp and falling away. ]

Do what you feel you have to.

[ He will get back to stripping and putting drops of his venom into each jar until the poor soul is skeletonized and nothing but wet bones and connective tissue he will do something with in the morning. Before he gets to that and eventually takes his break to work on adding a little more color to the pink-haired gargoyle girl's eyes sitting on his easel and then leave to take a nap, he watches Jotaro... His final note is-- ]

That would be enough.