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[starmark]

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



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[silvercrusader]

[Oh my god is that jealousy. Is this actually happening. This is the best.]

I mean, he was exerting himself! [By walking. But maybe no-- actually, no, Jotaro would be able to smell that, wouldn't he?] I hardly blame him, that cloak looks far too heavy for near summer. Anyway: try and get him to do it. Worth it.

[starmark]

I'll scratch out your eyes.

[DON'T LOOK AT HIS CRUSH WITHOUT HIS HOOD ON. SCANDALOUS.]

[silvercrusader]

What are you, a lynx? Act like a wolf, don't threaten me like a cat.

[starmark]

I'm not going to bite out your eyes, my teeth don't bend around like that!

[silvercrusader]

Well, say claw! For god's sake, Jotaro, keep up your reputation! I'm not going to fear you if you use the wrong words!

[starmark]

...You don't fear me anyway, and that's the problem.

[Which, actually. No, he can get his revenge, and it's as easy as:

1: Sliding over closer into Polnareff's personal space.

2: Catching him by the shoulders.

3: Giving him a nice, thorough, full neck-and-shoulders scenting, with some affectionate growling to match.

Eh. Can't beat 'em, join 'em.]

[silvercrusader]

Oh my god--

[He leans back, like that's actually going to stop Jotaro in any way, and then there's just-- this. This is happening. He has a wolf nosing and scenting him, growling fondly at him, and this is happening.]

Sto-op-- stop, stop--

[Affection is all well and good, but this is weird.]

[starmark]

Are you afrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraid of me?

[He's trying not to laugh now. Hee hee.]

[silvercrusader]

No--

[Which is probably the wrong answer, but it's the truth-- he's not afraid, it's not like he thinks Jotaro will tear out his throat, he just. Is deeply uncomfortable. Though he isn't pulling away, actually, just tipping his head to make room for Jotaro's snuffling.]

Stop growling, it's creepy, you keep making my hindbrain think I'm about to get hunted.

[starmark]

Tell people how fearsome my growl is, and it'll keep up my reputation.

[But then he lets Polnareff go, obliging him, and snickers a little with satisfaction.]

[silvercrusader]

[Yeech. There's no actual smell to his human nose, other than the faint scent of animal, but now he feels weird. Like all the other various sentient animals are going to stare at him and know.]

Do you even know what way we're going?

[WORST SUBJECT CHANGE EVER...]

[starmark]

I always know where I am. These are my woods.

[vaguely...offended...]

[silvercrusader]

Is it a scent thing? Or is it like wandering around in your house, you know, oh yes, of course, that's the tree with three scratches on it, I know each tree precisely!

[Okay, forgetting his embarrassment to learn more about wolves.]

[starmark]

I don't know. How do humans know where they're going when they ride around in their cabbages?

[...carriages. oh no.]

[silvercrusader]

In their--

[The most pitying look ever.]

Jotaro.

[starmark]

What.

[HE IS BUT A SIMPLE WOLF.]

[silvercrusader]

Carriages. Cabbages are the round green things you eat. Or I eat, anyway, you don't eat them. How long have we been friends, that you don't know this!

[starmark]

They sound almost the same! Carriage, cabbage! They're both -age...es!

[silvercrusader]

You can say that about any two words, that doesn't mean you ought to mix them up! Learn to speak better.

[starmark]

Any two words don't always sound the same! Besides, you can't tell the difference between my growls!

[silvercrusader]

I don't turn into a wolf! But you turn into a human!

[starmark]

You can't even tell when I'm saying I'm glad you came to visit.

You just think it means I'm going to eat you.

[silvercrusader]

[--oh. Oh, no. That's really cute, and sad, and he feels a great swelling of affection for Jotaro, which is usually accompanied by a general feeling of oh, you. Oh, you, what an idiot, I'm so glad we're friends.]

I never think you're going to eat me.

[He reaches over, punching him lightly in the shoulder.]

So teach me.