[ There must be millions of words in the chimera of a language that the moons make everyone speak. Tens of millions, maybe hundreds. The combined total of every language spoken by every person brought here. The Japanese language alone has five hundred thousand. And there's one, one, that could possibly get his attention right now.
His eyes are closed as he feels his weight shift from being supported by his legs against the floor to being supported by his ass against Jotaro's hips. His mouth is slightly open, letting out what feels like the very last of the air inside him and leaving him simultaneously completely empty and just slightly less than uncomfortably filled.
And then Jotaro says that.
His head rolls forward slightly and his death-grip on Jotaro and Star's hands loosens just a little. It's only after a second or so that he looks up again, eyes heavy and dark but open, what should be a small, delicate smile on someone with a normal-sized mouth taking up entirely too much of his face. He starts to say something and it takes him a moment too long to realise that he's having difficulties because he's biting down on his lower lip and another moment too long to figure out that the solution is to stop doing that. ]
I know. [ He manages eventually, voice just slightly strained, and he doesn't really care anymore about feeling stupid. Because he doesn't anymore. Stupid things are only stupid if they don't work, and Jotaro thinking he's beautiful- that means he's succeeded. ] I figured it out a while ago.
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His eyes are closed as he feels his weight shift from being supported by his legs against the floor to being supported by his ass against Jotaro's hips. His mouth is slightly open, letting out what feels like the very last of the air inside him and leaving him simultaneously completely empty and just slightly less than uncomfortably filled.
And then Jotaro says that.
His head rolls forward slightly and his death-grip on Jotaro and Star's hands loosens just a little. It's only after a second or so that he looks up again, eyes heavy and dark but open, what should be a small, delicate smile on someone with a normal-sized mouth taking up entirely too much of his face. He starts to say something and it takes him a moment too long to realise that he's having difficulties because he's biting down on his lower lip and another moment too long to figure out that the solution is to stop doing that. ]
I know. [ He manages eventually, voice just slightly strained, and he doesn't really care anymore about feeling stupid. Because he doesn't anymore. Stupid things are only stupid if they don't work, and Jotaro thinking he's beautiful- that means he's succeeded. ] I figured it out a while ago.