[Um, Jotaro says, and it's nothing, really, just a moment of thought as he tries to remember, except that um nearly stops him in his tracks. Um, and he nearly scrambles back, laughs and plays it off until he's back into the realm of things he safely knows.
Except it's stupid to be afraid of a fucking pencil. Stupider still that his eyes dart up, making sure both doors are closed, that they're firmly alone, but they are, and that's more comforting than he wants to say. There's no one in this house that would give either of them shit for this, but-- still. Better to be alone.]
So put it on me. Or get Star to do it, he's better than you--
[He meets Jotaro's gaze as he says it, and-- god, but let him go along with it. Let there be no knowing gazes, no patronizing little smile that means a-HA. It's not that he thinks Jotaro himself would do such things, but-- none of this fear or reluctance is about how he knows people would act. It's how they might that scares the hell out of him.]
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Except it's stupid to be afraid of a fucking pencil. Stupider still that his eyes dart up, making sure both doors are closed, that they're firmly alone, but they are, and that's more comforting than he wants to say. There's no one in this house that would give either of them shit for this, but-- still. Better to be alone.]
So put it on me. Or get Star to do it, he's better than you--
[He meets Jotaro's gaze as he says it, and-- god, but let him go along with it. Let there be no knowing gazes, no patronizing little smile that means a-HA. It's not that he thinks Jotaro himself would do such things, but-- none of this fear or reluctance is about how he knows people would act. It's how they might that scares the hell out of him.]