[He always travels with Star Platinum out when he crosses the city at night; what's odd about tonight in particular, though, is that while Jotaro's expression is approximately as composed as it always is, Star's is unusually animated. And though his smiles are usually terrifying and promises of violence to come, the one he's wearing right now is softer, and closer to smug than sadistic as he trails along.
And some of the intensity in that expression fades a little, when the two of them spot Giorno; Star doesn't miss the wet shine around his eyes, and Jotaro understands what it suggests. So it's good, he thinks, that he's here now. He's never really thought of himself as being particularly great at this, but —
Well. He hasn't forgotten the feeling of Giorno's hands curled around Star's strong fingers, either.
So he shrugs, a little thrown by the request, but not enough to be particularly suspicious of it.]
Sure. Him too?
[Either way, as requested, he and Star both fall into line, still and straight and patient for whatever Giorno evidently has in mind.]
action;
And some of the intensity in that expression fades a little, when the two of them spot Giorno; Star doesn't miss the wet shine around his eyes, and Jotaro understands what it suggests. So it's good, he thinks, that he's here now. He's never really thought of himself as being particularly great at this, but —
Well. He hasn't forgotten the feeling of Giorno's hands curled around Star's strong fingers, either.
So he shrugs, a little thrown by the request, but not enough to be particularly suspicious of it.]
Sure. Him too?
[Either way, as requested, he and Star both fall into line, still and straight and patient for whatever Giorno evidently has in mind.]