[Elsewhere, Jotaro can feel a phantom twinge of uncertainty wash over him, channeled through his connection to Star; it takes everything he has to hold back from automatically clarifying Jonathan's question for his Stand, and it ends up surprising him how natural it actually is, to simply supply context to Star for things like that — and how difficult to actively attempt not to, in order to let him figure it out on his own.
Star, for his part, does take on an expression of mild confusion. It takes him a few seconds to sift through Jonathan's questions in search of the underlying request in them; normally his directions are delivered straightforward and simply. The formality of manners is newer, and leaves him puzzled until he can sort through it.
But eventually, he reaches over and retrieves a pencil from among Jonathan's work things, holding it up between two giant purple fingers with childlike uncertainty.]
Ora?
[Pictures. Copying? That involves pencils, right...so picking up a pencil is a step toward accomplishing this...right?]
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Star, for his part, does take on an expression of mild confusion. It takes him a few seconds to sift through Jonathan's questions in search of the underlying request in them; normally his directions are delivered straightforward and simply. The formality of manners is newer, and leaves him puzzled until he can sort through it.
But eventually, he reaches over and retrieves a pencil from among Jonathan's work things, holding it up between two giant purple fingers with childlike uncertainty.]
Ora?
[Pictures. Copying? That involves pencils, right...so picking up a pencil is a step toward accomplishing this...right?]