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[starmark]

We can be. Everything's faster from up here, too.

[Even with the clarification, there's a moment where Jotaro catches himself thinking that it's not really what Rohan'd meant at all — or at least, he spends a moment entertaining the notion, anyway. Nnn...are we close?, and there are so many ways to interpret a single word, so many variations that could all be proven as true.

How often this keeps happening. How frequently they end up close. Once, it was even close enough to kiss.

Well, twice. Depending on how you count it.

He adjusts his movements, trimming his wings for a smoother, steadier ride. When he flies on his own, he likes to go rough, likes the shove of air resistance in his face and the ragged animal feeling of working to keep himself airborne; he likes to feel as though it's a fight to stay there, to test himself against physics and find them wanting in his stead. But with a passenger, it's different. He needs to think of Rohan, of the fact that he's at the mercy of whatever sort of ride Jotaro offers him, and things are always different when you've got someone else to worry about besides yourself.]

Had enough of flying for a while?

[manuscripture]

[ He will need to give this a few more tries. Maybe then he will be more willing to try the acrobatics and the fancy nerdy aerial maneuvers. If anything, they must be amazing to watch.

It gives him ideas. Beautiful ideas. Ideas he will take a better look at when he is back on the ground and in his house, yep. He isn't whining about having something new and exciting to do, and he too caught the double-sided implication of what he had just asked without acknowledging it. Boy. ]

I think I'm better-suited for groundwork. That's all.

[starmark]

Let's get you home, then.

[Thanks, Superman. It's convenient, the way the darkness is as clear as daylight for his gargoyle eyes; it makes plotting their trajectory easy and instinctual, and soon enough they're coming to a much easier landing than the one he'd made when he'd arrived at the tailor shop before.]

[manuscripture]

[ So he CAN make an easy landing. Rohan mocks him for being clunky almost on the regular but when he tries, he makes it count. He is still clinging too close when they do land. Snakebutt begins to cautiously relax first but not unwind. ]

That's quite enough flying for me this week. You have gotten--....

Good at it. At least.

I knew you wouldn't drop me.

[ you weren't saying that fifteen minutes ago, bud. ]

[starmark]

...I know. That you knew.

[He holds steady then, relaxing his hold on Rohan but without making any overt motions to let him down or push him off; evidently he's noticed Snakebutt's caution and is patiently letting Rohan figure out the process of getting back down at his own pace, rather than assisting in it himself.

Not that he really minds. A few extra seconds of being close? That's difficult to protest. Not when it's only for a moment.]

You say a lot of stuff about things you already know, I've noticed.

[manuscripture]

[ A second or so passes before Rohan lets go and sees himself back to the ground. He preens his claws through his hair, fixing it in an automatic way. The perfect part, the perfect swoop. He is still considering what Jotaro suggested he do with his hair... ]

Because I know a lot of things. We have lived in the same house for how long now...? Come on.

[starmark]

You're doing it again.

[But at least, he seems amused by it; the remark seems to be more self-directed than anything else, like he's figured something out and pleased by it.

Idly, he joins Rohan's effort at fixing his hair for one swipe, so light that he's barely even touching the locks of hair he's adjusting. Then, when he draws his hand back, it's to unshoulder Rohan's bag and offer it to him again.]

You should get inside. It's chilly out here.

[manuscripture]

[ As Jotaro 'helps', he blinks a surprised look up at him--... And takes his bag back. ]

I should. I need to draw y-- [ PRETTY SNEAKY, BRAIN. ] Show me what you want me to draw, hm?

[starmark]

[HE HEARD THAT. He's not going to forget it, either.]

Sure. Let's go see if any of it works out.