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ic inbox ( ruby city ) Ⅰ
buongiorno! sorry i missed you; i'll happily get back to you as soon as i'm done with whatever business i'm on. leave a message!
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buongiorno! sorry i missed you; i'll happily get back to you as soon as i'm done with whatever business i'm on. leave a message!
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Yeah, people think that they're decorative. The fish, so they put them in little things to look cool. It's actually terrible for them, they need a ton of space.
[Although this is a good question, the issue of the fish locale.]
...I might have a thermos in my bag. Or we might have to wait until we're back, it's not like I could really haul a tank out here or anything.
[Although this is a good question, the issue of the fish locale.]
...I might have a thermos in my bag. Or we might have to wait until we're back, it's not like I could really haul a tank out here or anything.
All right. Then . . . I'll do it now, if you want me to.
[He's a little excited to, even as tired as he is, turning the button over between his fingers thoughtfully. There's still the matter of the washcloth, too. He's sort of wondering if Jotaro's going to bring it up or not. Not that it'll make a difference in the end, he's pretty sure.]
[He's a little excited to, even as tired as he is, turning the button over between his fingers thoughtfully. There's still the matter of the washcloth, too. He's sort of wondering if Jotaro's going to bring it up or not. Not that it'll make a difference in the end, he's pretty sure.]
Oh — sure. ...If you're not too worn out to do one more, I mean.
[So he dispatches Star with a thought to go fetch the bag and the thermos, and gradually the very thought registers, and gets voiced at length.]
...You going to dry your hands when you're done?
[So he dispatches Star with a thought to go fetch the bag and the thermos, and gradually the very thought registers, and gets voiced at length.]
...You going to dry your hands when you're done?
[The other thing he...what other thing? The call had only been about the f—
...!!!
And wouldn't you know it, that recognition hits at the precise moment when Star returns, which also means it's all over because all of the surprise and eager astonishment that washes over Jotaro ends up magnified threefold in Star Platinum, whose face has just taken on the expression of a child who's been told his parents are taking him to Disneyworld AND LETTING HIM STAY THERE FOREVER.]
...!!!
And wouldn't you know it, that recognition hits at the precise moment when Star returns, which also means it's all over because all of the surprise and eager astonishment that washes over Jotaro ends up magnified threefold in Star Platinum, whose face has just taken on the expression of a child who's been told his parents are taking him to Disneyworld AND LETTING HIM STAY THERE FOREVER.]
...What? I'm —
[And then it hits him, and he actually turns and looks, and just.]
Stop that.
[Which...seems to be directed at Star, of all things, and goes blissfully unnoticed despite its stubborn exasperation because Star Platinum, professional labrador, is already making a beeline for Giorno to huddle down and watch him work and wait in silent demand for otter otter otter.]
[And then it hits him, and he actually turns and looks, and just.]
Stop that.
[Which...seems to be directed at Star, of all things, and goes blissfully unnoticed despite its stubborn exasperation because Star Platinum, professional labrador, is already making a beeline for Giorno to huddle down and watch him work and wait in silent demand for otter otter otter.]
Oh my god.
[Ahhhh, hi Star. Giorno reaches up and ruffles his hair, because look at this perfect purple punchlab, and then sets to work. Fish first, otter in a bit.]
[Gold Experience shifts out onto the sand next to him, takes the button in hand. It's the work of just a few seconds to make a small and perfect betta fish, green and red, which he holds out to slip into the thermos.]
[Ahhhh, hi Star. Giorno reaches up and ruffles his hair, because look at this perfect purple punchlab, and then sets to work. Fish first, otter in a bit.]
[Gold Experience shifts out onto the sand next to him, takes the button in hand. It's the work of just a few seconds to make a small and perfect betta fish, green and red, which he holds out to slip into the thermos.]
[And that's Jotaro's cue to lie back down and close his eyes, still vaguely aware of phantom perceptions of the world through Star Platinum, but slowly recuperating his strength while leaving his Stand freer rein to act on his own volition.
Which Star proceeds to do, watching through almost comically wide eyes as the button in the hands of the Stand he'd so recently been hurling punches at gradually shifts and shapes into a fish that goes plunk into the water and begins to swim around in tight exploratory circles.
But it's pure Star Platinum, whatever that bit of him that is unique to himself without quite being Jotaro exactly, that leads him to point uncertainly at the fish and cast Giorno an uncertain look, echoing a soft ora? that seems to express a sentiment of what is the purpose of this, as valued on a scale of do we eat it or punch it.]
Which Star proceeds to do, watching through almost comically wide eyes as the button in the hands of the Stand he'd so recently been hurling punches at gradually shifts and shapes into a fish that goes plunk into the water and begins to swim around in tight exploratory circles.
But it's pure Star Platinum, whatever that bit of him that is unique to himself without quite being Jotaro exactly, that leads him to point uncertainly at the fish and cast Giorno an uncertain look, echoing a soft ora? that seems to express a sentiment of what is the purpose of this, as valued on a scale of do we eat it or punch it.]
[Oh. That's.]
[Star Platinum is really amazing, he thinks. He doesn't love him the way he loves Pistols, but he . . . admires him, maybe, all the different things he can be, what Jotaro is and isn't and then other things, too.]
[The question is obvious, and the answer is, too. He takes Star's pointing hand in both of his and folds his fingers into a loose fist, looking up at him seriously.]
It's a fish. A living thing, for Kakyoin. So you have to make sure it gets home safe. Understand?
[Star Platinum is really amazing, he thinks. He doesn't love him the way he loves Pistols, but he . . . admires him, maybe, all the different things he can be, what Jotaro is and isn't and then other things, too.]
[The question is obvious, and the answer is, too. He takes Star's pointing hand in both of his and folds his fingers into a loose fist, looking up at him seriously.]
It's a fish. A living thing, for Kakyoin. So you have to make sure it gets home safe. Understand?
[Fish. And here is where, even removed from the conversation, Jotaro still contributes at a distance; fish comes with connotations, when Star goes looking for them, and those connotations are of the same degree and caliber as Kakyoin, in their way. So fish and Kakyoin, these are good things, they go together, they are not things for punching, they are important things we keep safe.
Which leaves Star thoughtful a minute, and a moment after that Jotaro's voice breaks the silence —]
...Yes, Star. Like the damn pudding.
[THERE ARE THREE WHOLE THINGS ON THE LIST OF IMPORTANT THINGS WE KEEP SAFE. THREE WHOLE THINGS.
...Maybe four, considering Giorno.
So, with all the care and precision he can muster, Star carefully holds the thermos steady as he shifts to sit down and peer into it, watching the fish inside with laser-focused intent.]
Which leaves Star thoughtful a minute, and a moment after that Jotaro's voice breaks the silence —]
...Yes, Star. Like the damn pudding.
[THERE ARE THREE WHOLE THINGS ON THE LIST OF IMPORTANT THINGS WE KEEP SAFE. THREE WHOLE THINGS.
...Maybe four, considering Giorno.
So, with all the care and precision he can muster, Star carefully holds the thermos steady as he shifts to sit down and peer into it, watching the fish inside with laser-focused intent.]
He's a good boy.
[And what a long way they've come together, from evil spirit in a jail cell to this, a quiet beach in the dead of night. Star is a good boy, and he loves him, and he generally opts not to think too hard about the implications of that because sometimes it just makes it that much easier to let Star be more in the column of something else than me in moments like these.]
[And what a long way they've come together, from evil spirit in a jail cell to this, a quiet beach in the dead of night. Star is a good boy, and he loves him, and he generally opts not to think too hard about the implications of that because sometimes it just makes it that much easier to let Star be more in the column of something else than me in moments like these.]
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