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[starmark]

. . . Yare yare. What is it? Hurry up and say something already.



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[starmark]

...Sorry.

[It falls out of his mouth, pretty much instantaneously, because he just knows. Of course he knows, and he hates it, but that's what makes it all the more important to say it, right? Because he used to just assume that people would know, and then they didn't, and that's why sometimes you have to say it.]

Normally I say something before. So it's not just...no warning.

[The corollary, though, doesn't quite make it out: She was hurting you, I didn't want her hurting you an instant longer than she already had, not if I could do something to stop it.

He casts Polnareff an unusually vulnerable look, just for a second, and then lets his attention slide to his otter as well.]

Just be more careful. The dangling shit looks good.

[silvercrusader]

[He offers him half a smile-- reassuring, a little nervous, but ultimately fond. It's okay, and it really is. A warning would have been nice, but at the same time, Jotaro had simply reacted, eager not to see Polnareff in pain. So it's fine.]

Yeah, yeah--

[He tugs out his earrings, shoving them into his pocket. He's not about to risk his ears again, thank you, even if Jolie is currently entirely focused on her new toy.]

Oi, pelts aside, what do you trade?

[starmark]

...Work, usually. I'm good at it, so.

[Three guesses what kind of work the 6'5" refrigerator-like teenager gets drafted to do around here. Which is sort of sad if you think about it, but hey, it puts food on the table and gets the job done.]

Food is free, though. Nobody really polices the grocery or anything.

[silvercrusader]

[Well, all right, that's not so hard. He doesn't mind doing some labor work in exchange for shit.]

Why? I mean, that's great, yeah, but it seems like it'd fall apart in like three days.