[Polnareff will forgive him, he tells himself, as he stops time.
There are probably less...extreme methods that he could use in order to get Jolie to relinquish something she's playing with, but the truth is that as extreme as it may be, it's also in some ways the simplest. Time stops, everything stops, and she has no recourse as he carefully pries her tiny paws off of Polnareff's earring, and shifts it slightly to relieve some of the tension on his lobe, and then picks her up and moves her away and out of reach. He's learned to put something else in her paws in the meantime to make the change less disorienting on her; she won't know what's just happened, but she'll still have something to bat around, and maybe to some degree that's all she'll care about.
Polnareff might care about this a lot more, but — this is a part of him, he reminds himself firmly, to help ward off the initial stirrings of apprehension that are beginning to tighten in his stomach. He uses it on his own terms. He does it for good reasons. This helped, it helped, he's not a monster.
Hopefully it'll stay that way when —
Time resumes.
In quite literally no time at all, the world has changed; Jolie has moved about a foot and a half higher on the bed toward the pillows, and there's nothing pulling on Polnareff's earring anymore, and there's a toy in her paws instead of a half-heart, and Jotaro is looking...well, slightly wearier and more worn out than before.
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There are probably less...extreme methods that he could use in order to get Jolie to relinquish something she's playing with, but the truth is that as extreme as it may be, it's also in some ways the simplest. Time stops, everything stops, and she has no recourse as he carefully pries her tiny paws off of Polnareff's earring, and shifts it slightly to relieve some of the tension on his lobe, and then picks her up and moves her away and out of reach. He's learned to put something else in her paws in the meantime to make the change less disorienting on her; she won't know what's just happened, but she'll still have something to bat around, and maybe to some degree that's all she'll care about.
Polnareff might care about this a lot more, but — this is a part of him, he reminds himself firmly, to help ward off the initial stirrings of apprehension that are beginning to tighten in his stomach. He uses it on his own terms. He does it for good reasons. This helped, it helped, he's not a monster.
Hopefully it'll stay that way when —
Time resumes.
In quite literally no time at all, the world has changed; Jolie has moved about a foot and a half higher on the bed toward the pillows, and there's nothing pulling on Polnareff's earring anymore, and there's a toy in her paws instead of a half-heart, and Jotaro is looking...well, slightly wearier and more worn out than before.
Magic.]