Go fuck yourself. I've seen you sleep, I know what you're like, don't start something you don't wanna finish--

[Amiably said, but there's a little smile on his lips as he says it. Thank god for Jotaro Kujo, he thinks again, and maybe he'll write that on his birthday card come next February.

It doesn't take long-- it's just two lines, after all-- before Star is releasing him. Polnareff blinks, resists the urge to try and rub his eyes.]

It does feel heavy.

[Not as weird as he would have thought, though.]