[You know what's funny? He doesn't need to walk over and make a show of getting in a few good sniffs around Polnareff's neck and shoulders. But he's going to do it anyway, because it's funny, and also because it will leave a little more of him on his brrrrrrrro. Just in case.]
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Like metal and oil. Smoke. Leather. ...Magic.
[Mmm, magic.]
You've been playing with that baby I gave you.
[jotaro he's like sixteen now]