[ At Star's prompt he sets his weight against the stand's broad chest, not entirely sure he trusts his legs to be up to the task anymore.
They both want the same thing.
Which is a statement of the obvious, really. Star isn't quite Jotaro, no, but they're close enough. A venn diagram of a complete being, mostly overlapping with slivers of themselves at each side. Of course they would want the same thing.
It just doesn't feel so much like a statement of the obvious when that thing is him. It feels like a lot of other things.
A promise, for one.
Fuck. He barely even hears his precious acknowledgement that he did birthday right, because his mind hasn't quite moved on from that. It's only Jotaro finally approaching that snaps him back, and that doesn't exactly help. The front of the dress is starting to hang just a little oddly. ]
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They both want the same thing.
Which is a statement of the obvious, really. Star isn't quite Jotaro, no, but they're close enough. A venn diagram of a complete being, mostly overlapping with slivers of themselves at each side. Of course they would want the same thing.
It just doesn't feel so much like a statement of the obvious when that thing is him. It feels like a lot of other things.
A promise, for one.
Fuck. He barely even hears his precious acknowledgement that he did birthday right, because his mind hasn't quite moved on from that. It's only Jotaro finally approaching that snaps him back, and that doesn't exactly help. The front of the dress is starting to hang just a little oddly. ]
Should I try to guess what it is that you want?