[Again, a wave of uncertainty comes down their connection, but this time the flavor is different — an easier question this time, unconcerned with clarifications and wholly anchored in a request for permission. Do I do this?, Star asks in search of confirmation, and again, Jotaro holds back, trying to structure an answer that still leaves Star the freedom he wants him to have.
Do what you want, he tries to answer back, and unlike most of the times he utilizes that particular combination of words, for once it's gently encouraging instead of dismissive. I want what you want.
What follows, then, is unusual. For a long moment, Star seems to gaze intently at Jonathan, ignoring the paper and pencil in favor of regarding his face. He looks carefully, for what seems like a long time, until at last —
The surprise almost knocks Jotaro off his feet, but he manages to remain steady; his only outward sign of disbelief is the way one hand comes up to cover over his mouth, hiding his expression.
Kakyoin. Mom. Pudding. Giorno. Fish. ...Grandpa.
He ducks his head so that the brim of his hat will hide the wide whites of his eyes as Star leans over the table, taking a piece of paper from the stack and poising himself with his pencil ready to draw.]
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Do what you want, he tries to answer back, and unlike most of the times he utilizes that particular combination of words, for once it's gently encouraging instead of dismissive. I want what you want.
What follows, then, is unusual. For a long moment, Star seems to gaze intently at Jonathan, ignoring the paper and pencil in favor of regarding his face. He looks carefully, for what seems like a long time, until at last —
The surprise almost knocks Jotaro off his feet, but he manages to remain steady; his only outward sign of disbelief is the way one hand comes up to cover over his mouth, hiding his expression.
Kakyoin. Mom. Pudding. Giorno. Fish. ...Grandpa.
He ducks his head so that the brim of his hat will hide the wide whites of his eyes as Star leans over the table, taking a piece of paper from the stack and poising himself with his pencil ready to draw.]