[Kakyoin's reaction gets the first non-whimper noise out of him that he's made since he'd hit his brink in the machine — a faint rumbling thing that's almost a purr by mistake, from how he's trying to laugh and can't quite muster the effort it'd take to get the mirth out of his lungs. His expression is almost beatific; it's a shame he can't see himself, for how relaxed and open and gentle he looks. The usual worries and tension that add sharp angles to his features have been temporarily washed away, replaced by a healthy, sleepy glow that somehow manages to only bring out more of the classical beauty of his features.
He could be a statue if he wanted, nude and curly-haired and smiling like he's got a secret all to himself as he rests in contentment on his couch. He could be a statue, but he's not, and that's really sort of the whole point to begin with, isn't it.]
Nori.
[It's a whisper, but it's there. A sigh of a name, happy and pleased amid his comfortable aches and pains.]
Mmmback early...?
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He could be a statue if he wanted, nude and curly-haired and smiling like he's got a secret all to himself as he rests in contentment on his couch. He could be a statue, but he's not, and that's really sort of the whole point to begin with, isn't it.]
Nori.
[It's a whisper, but it's there. A sigh of a name, happy and pleased amid his comfortable aches and pains.]
Mmmback early...?
[NEVER LET IT BE SAID THAT JOTARO KUJO DOESN'T GET RIGHT DOWN TO THE OBSERVATIONS THAT MATTER least]