Since you said something about people using their words: I would've just let it be a given from the timing and circumstances, but I guess I can also just say that I tried to find that out so I'd know how to do something that'd make you happy someday.
[If he was gonna do something dumb, he'd have already done it and not had the whale conversation, Jotaro.]
[But, since he's not, he'll be sitting across from the cafe on a bench, his legs crossed at the ankle, Gold Experience standing to one side. There's a navy blue cloth bag next to him. It's also decently obvious to the observant that he's been crying a little - not weeping, he's not a wreck, but there are little freckles of mascara under his eyes where he blinked wet lashes, and his eyes are still a little too bright for him to be totally calm.]
[He's got a real smile on when he sees Jotaro, though, and gets up as he approaches.]
Buona sera. Stand up still and straight for a moment, would you?
[He always travels with Star Platinum out when he crosses the city at night; what's odd about tonight in particular, though, is that while Jotaro's expression is approximately as composed as it always is, Star's is unusually animated. And though his smiles are usually terrifying and promises of violence to come, the one he's wearing right now is softer, and closer to smug than sadistic as he trails along.
And some of the intensity in that expression fades a little, when the two of them spot Giorno; Star doesn't miss the wet shine around his eyes, and Jotaro understands what it suggests. So it's good, he thinks, that he's here now. He's never really thought of himself as being particularly great at this, but —
Well. He hasn't forgotten the feeling of Giorno's hands curled around Star's strong fingers, either.
So he shrugs, a little thrown by the request, but not enough to be particularly suspicious of it.]
Sure. Him too?
[Either way, as requested, he and Star both fall into line, still and straight and patient for whatever Giorno evidently has in mind.]
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It's OK if you don't. But I don't think you were thinking about whales.
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[Which isn't really an answer, but. Like he said. Jotaro isn't stupid.]
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I can come do my best Mista impression for you on one condition.
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Who's been telling you things about me?
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Since you said something about people using their words: I would've just let it be a given from the timing and circumstances, but I guess I can also just say that I tried to find that out so I'd know how to do something that'd make you happy someday.
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That's so thoughtful. I'm going to tell your mother.
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We're making progress on the vase.
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[Still not in any way bluffing.]
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Mostly because I'm pretty sure he still has a crush on my mom.
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If he is, he's not doing a very good job at it.
50% is a pretty bad average.
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Do you want your pudding cup or not?
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I'll be there soon.
[AND OFF HE GOES]
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[But, since he's not, he'll be sitting across from the cafe on a bench, his legs crossed at the ankle, Gold Experience standing to one side. There's a navy blue cloth bag next to him. It's also decently obvious to the observant that he's been crying a little - not weeping, he's not a wreck, but there are little freckles of mascara under his eyes where he blinked wet lashes, and his eyes are still a little too bright for him to be totally calm.]
[He's got a real smile on when he sees Jotaro, though, and gets up as he approaches.]
Buona sera. Stand up still and straight for a moment, would you?
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And some of the intensity in that expression fades a little, when the two of them spot Giorno; Star doesn't miss the wet shine around his eyes, and Jotaro understands what it suggests. So it's good, he thinks, that he's here now. He's never really thought of himself as being particularly great at this, but —
Well. He hasn't forgotten the feeling of Giorno's hands curled around Star's strong fingers, either.
So he shrugs, a little thrown by the request, but not enough to be particularly suspicious of it.]
Sure. Him too?
[Either way, as requested, he and Star both fall into line, still and straight and patient for whatever Giorno evidently has in mind.]
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