[He doesn't realize, at first. He can't see, he just knows one moment there was something yanking on his ear and then there wasn't. He sits up, and Jolie is over there, and Jotaro looks weirdly tired, and--
Oh.
It's a stupid trick. It's just like any other ability of Star's; it's no worse than his punching things or his weird ability to draw or whatever. And Polnareff believes that, he really does, but--
At the same time, not two weeks ago, he can remember Dio, appearing and disappearing at will. He can remember the hopelessness he'd felt when watching from above; the thought that how can we possibly fight this, because his ability was beyond anything they'd ever faced. He remembers the utter malicious stupidity of trying to climb those damn stairs-- and oh, how Dio must have laughed as he stopped time and manipulated Polnareff, because for him time meant nothing, it was nothing, and people were just things to be moved around as he deemed fit, and--
And here's Jotaro, and Jolie is moved away, something shiny in her hands, and it's just a little too similar for his comfort.]
Thanks.
[--but then again-- and he looks at Jotaro, at his stupid hat and his mussed up hair and his carefully stern expression-- it's not the same at all. Because all Jotaro had done was help. He could have done so much more, even in the name of fucking around with Polnareff-- but he hadn't. He'd just-- he'd helped. And maybe that's all that really matters.
So he smiles, after a moment, and wrinkles his nose at the otter.]
After gel, next thing I'm gonna have to buy is some new types of earrings. No more dangling shit.
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Oh.
It's a stupid trick. It's just like any other ability of Star's; it's no worse than his punching things or his weird ability to draw or whatever. And Polnareff believes that, he really does, but--
At the same time, not two weeks ago, he can remember Dio, appearing and disappearing at will. He can remember the hopelessness he'd felt when watching from above; the thought that how can we possibly fight this, because his ability was beyond anything they'd ever faced. He remembers the utter malicious stupidity of trying to climb those damn stairs-- and oh, how Dio must have laughed as he stopped time and manipulated Polnareff, because for him time meant nothing, it was nothing, and people were just things to be moved around as he deemed fit, and--
And here's Jotaro, and Jolie is moved away, something shiny in her hands, and it's just a little too similar for his comfort.]
Thanks.
[--but then again-- and he looks at Jotaro, at his stupid hat and his mussed up hair and his carefully stern expression-- it's not the same at all. Because all Jotaro had done was help. He could have done so much more, even in the name of fucking around with Polnareff-- but he hadn't. He'd just-- he'd helped. And maybe that's all that really matters.
So he smiles, after a moment, and wrinkles his nose at the otter.]
After gel, next thing I'm gonna have to buy is some new types of earrings. No more dangling shit.