[And he will, too. Maybe later, when everything's less fraught and immediate, but he absolutely will.]
[In the meantime - Giorno's coming close, closer, not so quickly that he can't watch Jotaro calculate. It's really fascinating, now that he takes the time to look, because the minutiae of his expressions are so subtle, but he's beginning to know them now, and - look at him, look at him go.]
[The thing is, though, that big gestures only do so much, and Giorno knows that, so . . . this is a way to buy time, absolutely; to wear out Time Stop, for sure; to see what Jotaro can do when he has a little wiggle room, of course. And he's not disappointed, but he's also not being quite still. One of the vines, a very thin and unobtrusive one, sneaks up while Giorno's approaching and Jotaro's wiggling around with Star Platinum pushing against the main body of plant matter and peels one of the aglets off of a shoelace, then absconds with it and disappears.]
[Well. Appears to disappear.]
[By the time he's close enough to see the sharp furrow of concentration forming between Jotaro's brows, he feels prepared to make his next feint, and sends a tree-trunk-wide vine snapping forward towards Jotaro's face. Better stop time, friend, if you don't want to break your nose.]
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[And he will, too. Maybe later, when everything's less fraught and immediate, but he absolutely will.]
[In the meantime - Giorno's coming close, closer, not so quickly that he can't watch Jotaro calculate. It's really fascinating, now that he takes the time to look, because the minutiae of his expressions are so subtle, but he's beginning to know them now, and - look at him, look at him go.]
[The thing is, though, that big gestures only do so much, and Giorno knows that, so . . . this is a way to buy time, absolutely; to wear out Time Stop, for sure; to see what Jotaro can do when he has a little wiggle room, of course. And he's not disappointed, but he's also not being quite still. One of the vines, a very thin and unobtrusive one, sneaks up while Giorno's approaching and Jotaro's wiggling around with Star Platinum pushing against the main body of plant matter and peels one of the aglets off of a shoelace, then absconds with it and disappears.]
[Well. Appears to disappear.]
[By the time he's close enough to see the sharp furrow of concentration forming between Jotaro's brows, he feels prepared to make his next feint, and sends a tree-trunk-wide vine snapping forward towards Jotaro's face. Better stop time, friend, if you don't want to break your nose.]