[He shrugged and pushed his glasses up a little, trying to play it off like he was actually cool and not internally about to explode into an eager mess.]
A while, I'm not exactly certain. Maybe a few months?
...Really? [He closed his notebook and looked up, finally.] I'm not sure I can show you what I did against Polnareff--that's still kind of difficult to do except under certain circumstances.
...Oh. [And, perhaps unexpectedly, Kakyoin's answer came down to a shrug and:] Even I'm wrong once in a while. Will you show me, if I show you something?
[That was it. No self-deprecation or kicking himself, just casualand ordinary curiosity.]
You'd probably be fantastic if you actually practiced. [said the honor student to the delinquent] But I'm sure that you can, so I'd really like to see it.
...Yeah, I know that you don't. Which is fine--it's just the kind of person you are, that's all. I think it's likely that you're better suited to learning on your own terms and by being left to your own devices rather than given clear and rigid directions--I prefer being taught directly instead of tripping over mistakes until I find the desired result. Trial and error worked with Hierophant, obviously, but that's the exception.
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.
...Sure, I can try that. Just say something if I end up hurting you by mistake. [Still sparking and glowing, Hierophant uncoiled from Kakyoin's hand to reach out and wrap one end around Jotaro's.]
[This seem possible, at least--it required precision and control, and part of him was uncertain about whether or not he could do it, but...what was the worst case scenario here, right? Maybe he tried and maybe he failed--would the whole house explode? Would anything happen worse than a minor burn and a sense of wanting to kick himself for screwing up? And ultimately, hadn't the latter always come down to no one blaming him except for Kakyoin himself?]
[Your worst is about a hundred times better than most people's best.]
[It was fine--or it would be fine. Even if he screwed up, Kakyoin tried to remind himself, it wouldn't be anything irreparable. For now, he focused on keeping his breathing steady, focusing and letting that spark of sunlight move from Hierophant to Jotaro's hand and down his arm.]
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How long has it been since you started? I should've known you'd be a natural.
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A while, I'm not exactly certain. Maybe a few months?
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...I'm betting watching you use Hamon is like watching you use your Stand, and if I'm right, that's definitely something I want to see and remember.
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...Send it down one of his tendrils and shock me, if you want.
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SHOULD HE CONFESS TO IT? SHOULD HE KEEP IT UNDER WRAPS...?
DECISIONS, DECISIONS.]
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[BACK TO PUSH-UPS AGAIN.]
It's possible. That's what I got told to do, to see if I could use Hamon at all.
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[That was it. No self-deprecation or kicking himself, just casualand ordinary curiosity.]
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...I can try. I'm not very good at it because I don't ever practice for shit. But I think I can probably still do it.
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...Besides, it doesn't...I don't know. I don't like taking orders like that, anyway.
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So are you gonna show me something?
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[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.
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Here. Come on. Don't make it stop at my arm, like you would if you were trying to hit someone. Just send it through, down my arm too.
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[This seem possible, at least--it required precision and control, and part of him was uncertain about whether or not he could do it, but...what was the worst case scenario here, right? Maybe he tried and maybe he failed--would the whole house explode? Would anything happen worse than a minor burn and a sense of wanting to kick himself for screwing up? And ultimately, hadn't the latter always come down to no one blaming him except for Kakyoin himself?]
[Your worst is about a hundred times better than most people's best.]
[It was fine--or it would be fine. Even if he screwed up, Kakyoin tried to remind himself, it wouldn't be anything irreparable. For now, he focused on keeping his breathing steady, focusing and letting that spark of sunlight move from Hierophant to Jotaro's hand and down his arm.]
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