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. . . Yare yare. What is it? Hurry up and say something already.
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. . . Yare yare. What is it? Hurry up and say something already.
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[OOC: Contact through any format is fine, including action as you see fit!]
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But does he argue? Is there every any pushback, or-- is it just you slowly teaching him?
[He lifts his head, trying to get to see Star's expression.]
I just-- I guess I'm trying to understand if he's his own person or not. The way Giorno talked to Chariot-- it was as if he expected Chariot to sit up and start talking back. Like how kids talk to puppets, you know? It's me controlling Chariot, but he spoke like he expected something independent.
[That isn't a slur on Giorno; far from it. Giorno is far too intelligent to be playing pretend like that, so clearly there is a measure of independence here-- one that Star has that Chariot does not.]
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[He says, as Star snuggles in more emphatically like a giant purple Labrador, and not a force of nature.
Jotaro, meanwhile, takes the opportunity to draw an invisible line in the air with his finger, setting up an imaginary continuum from endpoint to endpoint.]
On this end is a Stand like Hermit Purple. It barely has a form, much less intelligence. It's a tool, that's all. All it does is what Jiji tells it to.
[He slides his finger down a little, along that line.]
I think...you might be like Kakyoin. You've had your Stand since birth, so I think...you've never known it not being a part of you, so you treat it like an extension of you. Kakyoin's Hierophant has personality traits, sort of, but he's an extension of Kakyoin. They're one and the same.
[He moves again.]
Star...isn't "me", exactly. But "me" existed for almost eighteen years without him, and when he appeared, I thought he was something else. So I can tell that he's mine, that we're connected, but he's different from me, too. That separation...is why we're the same, but not identical. Why he's not just an extension of me. Maybe it's because I've always defined him as separate from what's "me" that way.
[And again, further, one last time, down to the other endpoint.]
Mista's Sex Pistols are here. They refuse to work if he doesn't feed them, it's like he's babysitting children. He controls them, but they can refuse him, I guess.
Star...he can't refuse. He can't disobey. But I remember when I was fighting Caesar, he didn't understand why I wouldn't let him protect me. So it was sort of like...not arguing. Begging. It was like he was begging me to let him keep me from getting hurt, and I wouldn't let him do it.
...He's mine. He tries to make me happy. So maybe he's developing that way because on some level it's what I want for him.
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[Cool, though, and he pats Star on the head, making sure he knows he means that positively. And ooh, that's weird, he's never felt Star's hair before, but it's soft-- so he pats again, scritching a little, like you would with a dog. Good boy.]
You definitely have to have him text me. Oi--!
[Okay, wait, no, he has to do this:]
Star! Want to learn something new? This'll make you both happy-- or it should, anyway.
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He's listening. Go ahead, he — um. He likes that, too, just. So you know.
[NNNNNNNGH so good.]
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[Okay, so-- he knows, actually, that you can feel whatever a Stand feels, not just pain, because he's not stupid and he's also experimented with it. So. He's not entirely unconscious of what he's doing, nor can he entirely bite back the resulting smirk.
A few more scritches, then, firm and with the nails digging in, whosagoodboy-- and then Polnareff pulls back, turning slightly so he can face Star better.]
Okay-- okay, so this is what we do when we're happy and we want to show it, right?
[Is that good enough for an input? Hopefully, because Polnareff is taking Star's hands, tugging them so they lay palm upwards.]
Okay-- so it starts like that, right? And then--
[Oh, yeah. Star's learning the secret handshake. Polnareff very gently slaps both of Star's hands in the world's gentlest high-five.]
That's the first part!
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So, for the most part, he's very pliable as Polnareff arranges him, clearly not understanding where this is going, but obediently following along as it unfolds.
And then there is a high-five, which is confusing, and so for a few seconds Star just looks at his hands and Polnareff's, unsure of what he's supposed to do and why.
What follows, then, is interesting: very quickly, his eyes drift to Jotaro, who by this point has recovered enough to remember to make the conscious effort not to cue him. So, finding no direction there, Star's attention slides back to Polnareff and his hands, and he hovers there on a moment of indecision before very tentatively deciding to imitate what Polnareff just did, offering an equally light slap of his own.]
...Ora...?
[He continues to look confused, evidently still lacking some of that "bridge" to understanding that Jotaro had been describing before.]
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Gently he takes Star's left hand, curling it into a fist, and guides it into a gently bump-- the top of his fist against the bottom of Star's, and then vice-versa.]
Okay! You got that? We do that when we're really happy-- when--
[Mm, how to describe it.]
When you get something on your don't-punch list. Does that make sense?
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It doesn't take much for him to make that connection. Polnareff is a Good Important Thing. Happiness surrounds him.
But, lest he be mistaken for only mimicking what Polnareff's doing without actually processing it, Star lets this unfold, and then hurries over to Jotaro to put out his hands again in implication.
Jotaro is, of course, the nearest and most-best thing. Therefore.]
...Right. You've got it, Star. Good boy.
[He says, going through the motions that Polnareff just demonstrated with his Stand before sending him back, proudly, to check for Polnareff's approval.]
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Ahh, bon garçon-- that's good boy in French, Star, because that's what you are. You should show Kakyion your new trick, he knows it already-- he'll be so proud you learned it.