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[starmark]

. . . Yare yare. What is it? Hurry up and say something already.



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[silvercrusader]

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.]

[starmark]

Yeah. But not really a bad heavy? Just heavy.

[He hesitates, then absentmindedly reaches up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, smudging the color away while he regards Polnareff with a look of his own.]

...I. I notice your eyes a lot more now. Because it's a little darker right above them now, it makes the color stand out more.

[dere dere]

[silvercrusader]

They are nice eyes.

[He blinks again-- and okay, he can't resist, so: Chariot emerges, floating above Polnareff, ignoring Jotaro for the moment. He offers the bellguard of his rapier as a mirror-- Polnareff could just go to the bathroom, yeah, but this works well enough.]

Huh.

[Murmured, and he squints his eyes, tipping his head this way and that. A beat, and then he meets Jotaro's eyes with a little smirk.]

Looks that good, huh?

[starmark]

Don't get so full of yourself.

[So: yes, probably. It's amateurish, of course, and could be done a lot better with a surer, more practiced hand, but if Polnareff were worried about Jotaro's expression looking smug or knowing or self-satisfied, then he has absolutely nothing to worry about.

Because what he is, for just that one flicker of a moment, is — appreciative, almost, and open, and a little bit vulnerable. For one flash of a second, Jotaro Kujo looks like nothing save an eighteen-year-old kid with a peach-orange halo of remnant lipstick smudged around the skin surrounding his mouth, expressionless like he's forgotten to think about putting one on in favor of just existing as he is.]

...Maybe for your next trick you should learn how to draw on some eyebrows.

[silvercrusader]

[It's a good expression on him, and he admires it for the few seconds it lasts. They're a hell of a pair, he and Jotaro, makeup amateurish and smeared, the two of them smiling at each other. It ought to inspire laughter, but all he feels is fondness, soft and warm.

That fondness seriously lessens as Jotaro says what he does next.]

Fuck you! That was the result of a fucking fire accident, don't you make fun of me!