Don't rush me, I'm thinking. [He said that in a tone of mock annoyance, notebook and pen set aside. What to do...maybe if he scaled it down as much as possible, it wouldn't take as much energy. Or the apparent prerequisite of being incredibly angry.]

[Which he wasn't, obviously.]

[Hierophant laced through the fingers of Kakyoin's right hand, a single small coil as thin as the pen he'd just been drawing with. That would almost certainly necessitate less effort, but it would require more control in exchange. That was perfectly fine; in fact, that approach suited him much more. Finesse over power was second nature.]

[About as much 'second nature' as the carefully measured and even breaths Kakyoin was taking, eyes focused on his Stand and concentrating. There was still a short delay he needed to work on, about fifteen seconds' time to actually channel Hamon properly before it started to manifest. That was a persistent annoyance, but he would figure it out sooner or later. Eventually the crackling sunlight worked its way down his arm into his hand before concentrating itself entirely around Hierophant still tangled around its user's hand.]

It's...a little difficult to maintain for very long. I'll need to start trying to fix that, too.