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[ The glass is plucked from Jotaro's hand once he sees that it is about to be sent back. That isn't exactly a compliment. He'll take it.

The subject jumps right back to Kira and Rohan is beginning to realize that he made a mistake through ever saying anything. ]

Long story short, he was a Stand User and more importantly a serial killer back at home. He would take the hands off of his victims to do... Whatever with them. [ Annnnnd we're about to touch a nerve--

Three, two, one, go.............. ]

It turned out that one of his victims was somebody I knew as a child. She was ultimately the one who helped us catch and get rid of him, but it wasn't without a lot of trouble. Everything he did was wrong... [ Instead of blustering out a sigh, he sips at the lip of the glass again for a pause. Its contents is starting to run dry, only sticking to the very bottom. ]

It hits closer to home than it should. He can't do anything here. Yet when I look at his behavior and then my own from being caught in the circumstances of being here--

[ Hm. ]

I feel like a hypocrite.

...Aren't you the one who's always telling me I'm nothing like my demons? It goes both ways.

[And now he draws a little closer, instinctively making himself radiate warmth a touch more openly than he'd been before — a long-practiced attempt at offering comfort that's now turned reflexive and habitual from all the times he's used it.

It's easier to forget the hunger now. He's too focused on Rohan, enough so that the soft velvet of his own voice manages to surprise even him when it escapes his mouth.]

You said it yourself. It's "circumstances". You didn't ask for this. Isn't that what makes the difference? He chose to be what he was — is. You didn't. Isn't that different?

[ It's a little off considering that Rohan was the one who told Josuke that he wasn't a murderer for HAVING to do what he needs to in order to survive. That was before he had to do it himself. He has an existential crisis every now and then but this is the first time he's had one in front of someone else.

There's a first time for everything. ]

I know that. I just haven't fully convinced myself to an extent. [ He stops looking at his glass and focuses his attention Jotaro-ward, blinking slowly and in stilted contemplation. ]

It's something in passing that I think about on and off. It's not that important when I look at the big picture. [ It still feels like he is obligated to think it's important. That has to be the worst part of it.

Snakebutt set the book on the floor a while ago and has wriggled up to take the glass from his human half's hand. A talent of his that he has figured out. ]

I was the one who told you all of that. [ That Jotaro is the only enemy he ever seems to lose to. ] Doesn't ignoring that make me a hypocrite?

[ getting awfully profound tonight, rohan. ]

...Come here.

[Rather than answering, he extends one arm, not quite offering a hug exactly, but at least putting forth the suggestion that there's physical comfort he's willing to offer along with his words. Maybe that's not surprising; neither one of them is very good at talking about things like this, and he's always been better with tangible expressions of emotion, anyway.

Maybe that just emphasizes how very much he does want to offer that comfort, that he doesn't have much confidence in his ability to do it properly through words alone.]

I don't think you're ignoring it. If you were, you'd be insisting...refusing to hear otherwise. Doubting yourself too much to accept anything else.

...I make you promise not to let me forget things all the time. That doesn't mean I don't believe you when you do say them. It just means...sometimes I need to hear them a lot. Maybe you're the same way, about this.

[ book of mormon voice: WHOAAA TURN IT OFF ]

I'm don't think I'm THAT insecure over it. [ His reply is indignant and he isn't sure how to handle the... Maybe-Lean-On-Him thing. Physical things run so strange with him. Sometimes he's fine with it, others he would rather stew in on his own.

Complicated.

Rohan will just take it the way he does whenever he is offered an opportunity to be warm. The offer is reciprocated with a lean into Jotaro's arm, his own crossed and plastered over his chest. ]

I'll be fine, Jotaro. I don't need reminders. [ yes he does ]

I had something for you. Now that I'm wanting to not talk about this more than I already did.

You must be feeling a little better. You're back to taking jabs at me again.

[Is Rohan going to get a quick, light nuzzle to his hair? Probably. Is it weird and affectionate? Absolutely. Does Jotaro look like he gives a fuck? Not in the slightest.]

It's fine if you don't want to talk about it. But I'm glad you told me.

[WHO IS THIS WHAT IS COMMUNICATION IN A RELATIONSHIP CAN YOU EAT IT WHAT IMPOSTOR IS THIS]

You have something for me?

Yes.

[ what is happening it's time to Abort The Mission. Not without an arm loosening and crossing over to touch the gargoyle's forearm. Also weirdly affectionate and lingering. He sorta gives a fuck but there's nobody around to see it. ]

Here. [ He reluctantly pulls away, slithering out of Jotaro's grasp to quickly disappear down the hallway with all the naga finesse he possesses. It's off to his room where some rummaging can be heard and when he returns, he has a box in his hands. ]

Here. I made you something.

[ He holds it out to hand over. Inside is a LOVELY PAIR OF PANTS reminicent of his last shed pattern. Oh. Gross. ]

I got creative. It has accommodations for your tail. The whole nine yards. They actually zip up the side of the left leg. I think they look pretty good for an experiment.

[ This is literally the epitome of taking things Too Far. ]

[On one hand: oh, goodness, this is touching and actually thoughtful as all fuck. It's clothes, obviously. It's something to let him function without looking like a gigantic pantsless tool. It's — proof that he's Rohan's first real customer. It's sweet, in a weird sort of way.

On the other hand: nothing says dokidoki like HEY GIRL I THOUGHT YOU MIGHT LIKE TO WEAR MY SKIN

at least they're black. black snakeskin is probably preferable to, like. tan snakeskin or something. what kind of asshole would walk around wearing something like that.]

This is...you.

[OH MY GOD???]

Me about a month ago, yes. Normally I wouldn't condone the use of animals in anything that I wear, but since it was produced BY me I don't mind.

[ Does this not give you the dokidokis? Are you not ENTERTAINED? ]

The waistband actually dips in the back to make room for your tail without restricting it in flight or on the ground. Innovative, no?

Do you like them?

[ OH MY GOD???? ]

I wouldn't have guessed you for someone with those kind of scruples.

[Maybe a polite way of saying "you look like the kind of person who'd demand his pants be sewn with thread made from the eyelashes of baby seals", but you know. Details. He's pleasantly surprised.]

I guess I'll have to try them on and see...

You're really fine with me wearing your skin?

What else am I supposed to do with the piles of dead skin we've been sweeping behind the couch?

[ File under: Things We Never Thought We'd Have To Say. ]

If I wasn't fine with it, I wouldn't have used it as an experiment. Besides, we've been sitting on it since I had to replace almost all of the couch after that incident.

[ The couch Enjolras is going to be stuck with. ]

Go on. Change into them. If all of my measurements were correct-- and they are --they should fit without any snagging or discomfort. I want feedback.

You want to see me wearing your skin.

[He says, in a tone of voice that makes it sound like he'd said, "you want to see me take my pants off again".

But off he goes, obligingly, because evidently today modesty is in vogue and he's going to change elsewhere rather than right in the middle of the living room.

Which isn't going to stop him from shouting back through the walls to continue the conversation, either.]

They're soft, I'll give you that.

[ Shouting through the walls in this house is PRETTY NORMAL.

He takes up a stray pencil with his tail in the meantime, passing it to his hand so he can start putting anything on the canvas while he waits. ]

Because I used another two layers for interfacing. [ That is SO MUCH SKIN. ] If you ever want to turn them inside out, you'll have another pattern.

[ And you can flip the zipper. Look at this guy go. He thought ahead. ]

You made me reversable snakeskin pants out of your own skin?

[THIS RIDE JUST KEEPS GETTING WILDER AND WILDER. Also he's going to be offscreen for a little bit while he carefully gets himself into these things; it'd be bad to be careless with the merchandise, after all.]

Did I stutter?

[ Pfft... Listen, he got bored. He had to experiment. Things went... Decently. They're nice to look at and easy to wear. Just be glad you have anything, Jotaro. ]

They're better than having to cut a hole in your old ones. Count your blessings.

I'll give you that. The other ones cost 200,000 yen.

[JUST IN CASE ANYBODY NEEDED THAT INFORMATION ABOUT JOTARO KUJO'S SPENDING HABITS.

Shortly thereafter, though, he emerges from his seclusion, legs bedecked in the snakeskin pants that, as expected of Rohan, not only cling to his muscle and create sleek lines along his legs, but also neatly accommodate his tail and fit perfectly.

God help us all, he's scrappy from the waist up and clubbin' from the waist down.]

You know. ...These really aren't bad. Actually. For being your skin and all.

Oh.

[ His current choice of writing utensil falls with his wrist going limp. He can't tell if this is the best thing he's ever seen or the most offensive thing he has ever seen.

On the one hand, all of his numbers that he measured with his tail were perfect. On the other, this sure is something to look at. ]

Look at you... [ So they just got over having to deal with the Kira Situation. The clear followup had to be a fashion show. ]

They're comfortable because I know how to moisturize before shedding season. [ THIS IS TOO GOOD. TOO GOOD........... ] Turn now. Let me see. [ He's gonna twirl the pencil in the air too. Three-Sixty, Sir. ]

You're ogling. Don't start telling me about how you moisturized your skin before making it into pants for me.

[But he starts turning anyway, wings drawn in and tail comfortably hanging out of the back of his pants.]

They're comfortable. So I take it I look okay, then?

The day you start getting itchy from having to take off all of your skin is the day you can say I'm just ogling you.

[ You know Jotaro, if you weren't such a smartass.......... ]

I didn't think these would work out. I'm pleasantly surprised. [ Chalk up one more use for all that skin. ] They aren't your fancy ones from back home but as long as they fit... [ The sheer amount of skin he has to just get rid of every month makes them thick and leathery but with the right amount of give. Wonderful. ]

The black and white is flattering. I was worried that it would clash with your scales. If the fit is right, then the other ones I am finishing up will be almost as snazzy. They aren't 200,000 Yen but they could be.

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You're making more? I'm going to be spoiled by the end of this.

[He wanders over, though, still testing out the glide and give of the..."fabric", and ends up within arm's reach of where Rohan has situated himself.

That's probably deliberate, all things considered.]

Check the fit all you want. If that's what you're after.

You said you needed more pants. I said I would make you more pants.

[ There is nothing stopping Rohan from rolling his eyes into the next galaxy. ]

Are you trying to flirt with me now? Is that what this is?

[ what the hell ]

I'm trying to tease you. There's a difference.

[Experimentally, he bends his knees and lowers himself down a bit before rising back up again, testing his ability to move and change position.]

If I could get you to laugh, I think that'd be a good night's accomplishment.

There really isn't--

[ Not in this case. Jotaro can go on believing what he wants. Rohan still pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to not ACTUALLY ogle him this time. ]

I miss wearing pants. Maybe that's why I have found making them to be a form of therapy. The other pair is black. More... Your speed. [ That sounds about right. ]

Should I stress the fabric on the legs to give it that ripped-up edgy feel?

[ Two can play at this game, Edgelord. ]

I'd look like a real punk if you did, wouldn't I?

[Students should dress like students, he catches himself thinking idly, and oddly it doesn't seem to come with as much of a razor's edge as it usually does.]

...I really didn't think I'd like these as much as I do. They're...I don't know. Kind of buttery, sort of. They feel nice. A little weird, too, but nicer than my uniform ones.

I thought 'punk' was the way you did things?

[ He makes his jab, triumphantly coiling up to sit up a little higher. Haha, good one. ]

I didn't think you would either. They were meant to be an ultimately failed experiment. I thought you would find the idea of them to be too macabre for your tastes. My rationale was that scales on scales makes for something smoother. Plus, it insulates. Not that you need it.

[ A beat. ]

Thank you for... Liking them.

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