[ Every last bit of air rushes out of his lungs as he leans back against Star, and he can feel every ridge of his chest against his back through the thin silk of the dress. ]

I can tell you with certainty that it's possible to feel both. Frequently.

[ It's tempting to reach out to Jotaro - he's just out of reach, of course. But if both of them reached forward his fingers would reach just past his elbow. He could pull him forward, against him, so he'd be trapped between the two of them. So safe.

But very much not how 'birthday' is meant to be performed. ]

He does have other presents, you know. It wasn't just- this. I did it properly.

[ He says that, but he does keep leaning into Star. Strokes his hand down his arm until it's resting on his, letting the material of the sleeve slide over the purple skin of it. ]