[ There's a part of him, he knows, that enjoys this too much. That's only too delighted to have this much control over Jotaro. That's cruel and wrong. Jotaro knows it, almost certainly, that he's a manipulative fuck who likes to control people. Jotaro will have taken that into account long before he brought any of this up.
Jotaro loves the worst parts of him, too. He wouldn't forget about them.
He's lucky, at times like this, to be able to reach just about anything in the surrounding few rooms. A long tendril ventures out to pick up his comb. When he loosens his arms from Jotaro's neck, it drops it into his waiting hands. He doesn't know if this is the correct thing. But he doesn't feel like questioning himself that much right now. It's something. It's something and if it doesn't work, he can go with something else. He knows exactly what he could do to ruin this and hurt Jotaro, the small, horrible, cruel thing inside him is telling him exactly how to do it. And that's freeing, because he also knows that any fuckup short of that is probably going to be okay. He doesn't have to doubt himself right now. ]
Help me fix my hair? [ He says, voice still not much louder than whisper, offering Jotaro the comb. It's silly, but it's something for Jotaro to do with his hands. Something simple and physical that can occupy both of them. ] The hood always fucks it up.
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[ There's a part of him, he knows, that enjoys this too much. That's only too delighted to have this much control over Jotaro. That's cruel and wrong. Jotaro knows it, almost certainly, that he's a manipulative fuck who likes to control people. Jotaro will have taken that into account long before he brought any of this up.
Jotaro loves the worst parts of him, too. He wouldn't forget about them.
He's lucky, at times like this, to be able to reach just about anything in the surrounding few rooms. A long tendril ventures out to pick up his comb. When he loosens his arms from Jotaro's neck, it drops it into his waiting hands. He doesn't know if this is the correct thing. But he doesn't feel like questioning himself that much right now. It's something. It's something and if it doesn't work, he can go with something else. He knows exactly what he could do to ruin this and hurt Jotaro, the small, horrible, cruel thing inside him is telling him exactly how to do it. And that's freeing, because he also knows that any fuckup short of that is probably going to be okay. He doesn't have to doubt himself right now. ]
Help me fix my hair? [ He says, voice still not much louder than whisper, offering Jotaro the comb. It's silly, but it's something for Jotaro to do with his hands. Something simple and physical that can occupy both of them. ] The hood always fucks it up.