[He's in his room. It's likely Jotaro is literally fifteen feet away, but why would he ever get up when he could just text him?? God, modern convenience is the best.]
so dio as a kid is here??? are we doing anything about that or just watching him
[On the morning of White Day, Jotaro Kujo would find himself confronted by a bouquet of pink, white, and red flowers, in the center of which was perched a small stuffed fish...?]
Good morning. [Carrying said bouquet and looking quite proud of himself was one Noriaki Kakyoin, smiling brightly over an absurd amount of flowers.]
[Well, quite obviously he'd gotten flowers, here they all are. And the pink blob of a thing in the center is equally curious, especially considering — ]
[It's a few hours after sunset and she's gone through her usual night rituals with Giorno, so Izabel's really free to do pretty much anything... Except her brain is getting stuck on something.]
[...Oh. This is different. He's certainly accustomed to late night texts (and has sent more than a few of his own, himself), but getting them from Izabel isn't exactly a regular occurrence, so he perks up and pays a little bit closer attention when he sees the ID of the sender.]
So I beat the hell out of Polnareff in a sparring match a while ago.
[Sitting on the bed and idly doodling one thing or another in a notebook, apparently Kakyoin lost all sense of phrasing things delicately or tactfully. But that was probably an improvement over not speaking up about anything at all, right?]
. . . Also, it sounds like there's an alternate universe where I'm related to Caesar. Just in case you were still worried about those and wanted an idea of how weird they apparently get.
[As was frequently the case, Jotaro also happened to be in the room with Kakyoin while the two of them were idling away the evening together; however, rather than the usual fare of reading a book or playing his guitar (or playing with Jolie, for that matter), today apparently he'd decided to pass his time by doing push-ups on the floor.
...He'd been at them for quite a while. With no overt signs of weariness, or of stopping.
Look at those guns go.]
...Is this some kind of April Fool's Day thing, or are you really serious?
[Okay, so: a knight's job is to protect, and sometimes protection entails going out to kill the monster. Which he's done, thanks, and he's never regretted it, because some evils the world just doesn't need. But sometimes-- just sometimes, once in a blue moon, very occasionally-- you can befriend the monster instead. You can offer a hand, and a raw steak, and suddenly you've got a pretty damn good ally.
Besides, Jotaro was never really a monster. Gruff, yeah, and the terror of small animals everywhere-- but he'd never killed anyone (who didn't already deserve it). So it's fine. And they'd worked together, and they'd brought down an awful evil, far worse than anything Polnareff had encountered before-- and that kind of thing brings people together.
It's hard to find Jotaro sometimes, and so Polnareff doesn't try. He simply wanders in the woods, sword swinging idly in his hand, armor clanking noisily as he walks. Jotaro will hear him. Jotaro will find him. At least, he'd better, because Polnareff has some shit to discuss with him.]
[So said the wolf in question, stepping out noiselessly from behind a tree in complete contrast to all that clanking around. He was in his Big Bad form at the moment — meaning, reasonably mistakable for human, assuming you ignored the lupine ears and the fur cuffs and the tail sweeping back and forth from beneath the hem of his coat.
Although, the fur in question did look somewhat shaggier and fuller than usual, so quite possibly he'd just shifted out of his full wolf form a few seconds ago, having been following Polnareff on four legs instead of two.]
JOTATO WHY DIDNT YOU SAY ANYTHING ABOUT GIORNO BEING IN THE MAFIA???? YOU COULD HAVE MENTIONED THAT LITERALLY ANYTIME TO ME I THINK THATS THE SORTA THING YOU SHOULD MENTION ANYWAY
also tell star i said hi and i hope he's doing well (⌒▽⌒ゞ AND MAKE SURE YOU TELL HIM THAT HE'S MY FAVORITE
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