[That leaves Jotaro quiet a moment, thoughtful in his turn, like there's an invisible ball of self-reflection accompanying them in this conversation and they keep passing it back and forth between them. Whatever it is he's thinking about, though, the evidence of it isn't something he voices, but rather it's something demonstrated through Star Platinum — who, being largely left to his own devices for large parts of this conversation, has been given the rein to act more independently as a result, responding to Jotaro's unconscious moods and whims on his own.
This time, the response is more direct, more deliberate because it stems from Jotaro himself, passed along through to Star with an implication that his Stand, by nature, will obey.
And that's how Star ends up sinking down to the ground and hunkering over even lower, setting the pudding cups carefully on the ground long enough to free his hands and pat his broad, armored shoulders in silent invitation.
It'd been a joke once before, hadn't it? Want to sit on his shoulders, and be lord of all you see?
He can't claim to have Giorno figured out nearly as well as Giorno probably has him, he has to concede to himself. But there are some things, educated guesses, little niches — who's been telling you things about me? — and the fact that Star has pudding on his teeth at all is just one more ounce of reinforcement that Giorno is someone who doesn't back down, from a bluff or from a challenge, and when you know that, figuring him out gets a little easier.
Not a subordinate, but a friend; so, there's space to set authority aside, and be a sixteen-year-old kid for a little while, too.]
action;
This time, the response is more direct, more deliberate because it stems from Jotaro himself, passed along through to Star with an implication that his Stand, by nature, will obey.
And that's how Star ends up sinking down to the ground and hunkering over even lower, setting the pudding cups carefully on the ground long enough to free his hands and pat his broad, armored shoulders in silent invitation.
It'd been a joke once before, hadn't it? Want to sit on his shoulders, and be lord of all you see?
He can't claim to have Giorno figured out nearly as well as Giorno probably has him, he has to concede to himself. But there are some things, educated guesses, little niches — who's been telling you things about me? — and the fact that Star has pudding on his teeth at all is just one more ounce of reinforcement that Giorno is someone who doesn't back down, from a bluff or from a challenge, and when you know that, figuring him out gets a little easier.
Not a subordinate, but a friend; so, there's space to set authority aside, and be a sixteen-year-old kid for a little while, too.]