[He winks at him and sets on his own ears. Thank god he's learned to keep his hair short; it means the damn things are actually visible. And-- are they wiggling a little? No, that's impossible, they're not those kind of dog ears.]
Not as cute as your wolf-self, which I'm never gonna stop bringing up, but still: cute.
[He wrinkles his nose at him. It's about the wobbling, theoretically, but it's probably more about the cute comment. Like: yeah, he admitted it, but don't keep harping on it, guy.]
No? They're not--
[He reaches up to try and fix them on more firmly. Except they jump under his fingers, wiggling and then flatting against his skull. Polnareff yelps, a noise both high-pitched and utterly undignified, but who the fuck is ever prepared to get fully functional ears. Said ears, by the way, have leapt up, pointing stiffly upwards, as shocked as he is.]
[Speaking of undignified responses, Jotaro too jumps about a mile at the sound of Polnareff's yelp, nearly dropping the bags of candy and other assorted halloween favors in his surprise.
Automatically, he moves, reaching for Polnareff's head with his hand outstretched, because clearly touching the ears in question is the right thing to do here.]
[--you do, but that's a touch unfair. Jotaro would fuck with him in many ways, but not like this. Maybe this is comeuppance for all those times he'd made fun of him for the wolf thing. Maybe this is just what's coming to him.
Except no, what the fuck, that's unfair, he'd just admitted that was cute. Why is he being punished for this!]
What the fuck!
[That's less baffled and more indignant, fortunately.]
What about yours--
[He reaches for them, tugging lightly on them. Either they'll come off or Jotaro will shove him away, but he's gotta know if he's alone in this.]
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[He winks at him and sets on his own ears. Thank god he's learned to keep his hair short; it means the damn things are actually visible. And-- are they wiggling a little? No, that's impossible, they're not those kind of dog ears.]
Not as cute as your wolf-self, which I'm never gonna stop bringing up, but still: cute.
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[Oh, no. Oh, dear. Is that triumph? It sure sounds like triumph.]
You got weird about the sniffing and all that shit and all this time you thought it was cute!
[And then he squints, just a little.]
...Did you get a weird pair? They're wobbling around.
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No? They're not--
[He reaches up to try and fix them on more firmly. Except they jump under his fingers, wiggling and then flatting against his skull. Polnareff yelps, a noise both high-pitched and utterly undignified, but who the fuck is ever prepared to get fully functional ears. Said ears, by the way, have leapt up, pointing stiffly upwards, as shocked as he is.]
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[Speaking of undignified responses, Jotaro too jumps about a mile at the sound of Polnareff's yelp, nearly dropping the bags of candy and other assorted halloween favors in his surprise.
Automatically, he moves, reaching for Polnareff's head with his hand outstretched, because clearly touching the ears in question is the right thing to do here.]
What the hell...?
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[--you do, but that's a touch unfair. Jotaro would fuck with him in many ways, but not like this. Maybe this is comeuppance for all those times he'd made fun of him for the wolf thing. Maybe this is just what's coming to him.
Except no, what the fuck, that's unfair, he'd just admitted that was cute. Why is he being punished for this!]
What the fuck!
[That's less baffled and more indignant, fortunately.]
What about yours--
[He reaches for them, tugging lightly on them. Either they'll come off or Jotaro will shove him away, but he's gotta know if he's alone in this.]