[Oh, Jotaro says under his breath, because of course Star's experiences inherently ricochet right back into his own, and Star may not know what he's looking for as his fingers come to rest against Kakyoin's hip, Jotaro can certainly read between the lines. Or the cloth. The — holy shit. Um.
But the thing about Star is that he's not just Jotaro, however colored he is by Jotaro's own thoughts and emotions. The desire isn't all his master's; Star's eyes stay soft but fixed on Kakyoin, dragging over him inch by inch like he's trying to memorize him, and maybe he is.
Ora? Star says softly — surprisingly so, for a Stand who usually roars instead of murmurs — and one of his fingers twitches, just a little, to hook underneath the fabric of the hip slit, instead of resting on top of it.]
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[Oh, Jotaro says under his breath, because of course Star's experiences inherently ricochet right back into his own, and Star may not know what he's looking for as his fingers come to rest against Kakyoin's hip, Jotaro can certainly read between the lines. Or the cloth. The — holy shit. Um.
But the thing about Star is that he's not just Jotaro, however colored he is by Jotaro's own thoughts and emotions. The desire isn't all his master's; Star's eyes stay soft but fixed on Kakyoin, dragging over him inch by inch like he's trying to memorize him, and maybe he is.
Ora? Star says softly — surprisingly so, for a Stand who usually roars instead of murmurs — and one of his fingers twitches, just a little, to hook underneath the fabric of the hip slit, instead of resting on top of it.]
Fuck, are you trying to kill us...?