[ He goes very still, teeth gritted so tight that the muscles in his neck tense with it. Braces for something that doesn't quite happen because Jotaro isn't a vampire and it isn't an instantaneous thing. It's slow and it's just sensation instead of pain. Sharp and then soft and then sharp and then whatever the opposite of crushing is, the feeling of expanding out in a forced way. He can feel the flesh becoming more tender as Jotaro works, breaking tiny blood vessels beneath the skin and coming closer and closer to breaking the skin itself but never quite doing it. ]
It better look nice.
[ He says, mostly because he knows he's going to make noise no matter what and maybe he can sneak it out using words as camouflage. ]
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It better look nice.
[ He says, mostly because he knows he's going to make noise no matter what and maybe he can sneak it out using words as camouflage. ]
I'll be pissed if it's ugly.