[ It's a miracle that there was any air left in him after that last exhale, but there's enough left that a soft noise pushes its way out of his throat. It's audible and muted, both qualities despite his best efforts. He tries to not force himself quiet. And he tries, for an entirely different set of reasons, to not make noise. And he fails at both. ]
Yeah. [ That's a word, right? It sounds like a word. It's probably a word, and he tries to copy what he did just then because if he does that it'll probably make more words. He inhales shallowly, feels out the shape of words in his mouth, and then tries and there's always some level of deliberation in everything he says but this is a little much, even for him. He has to make sure every sound is nice and soft and smooth, with rounded edges. ] Yeah, I want to.
[ He fumbles, actually fumbles, with Jotaro's belts. No Hierophant lookping underneath them to pull them free, not while he's making every effort not to tense himself. Just his own too-long hands, suddenly clumsy. But he keeps trying. Slowly but surely. ]
Do you really think I ever stop wanting to touch you?
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Yeah. [ That's a word, right? It sounds like a word. It's probably a word, and he tries to copy what he did just then because if he does that it'll probably make more words. He inhales shallowly, feels out the shape of words in his mouth, and then tries and there's always some level of deliberation in everything he says but this is a little much, even for him. He has to make sure every sound is nice and soft and smooth, with rounded edges. ] Yeah, I want to.
[ He fumbles, actually fumbles, with Jotaro's belts. No Hierophant lookping underneath them to pull them free, not while he's making every effort not to tense himself. Just his own too-long hands, suddenly clumsy. But he keeps trying. Slowly but surely. ]
Do you really think I ever stop wanting to touch you?