[He was going to. Now, in a fit of obstinacy, he doesn't want to. But it comes all the same.]
We've still got to walk back to the city after this, Jotaro.
[But that isn't all. He's tempted to cross his arms over his chest, but they're too weary to lift that far, so . . . he just tucks them into his pockets, a gentler mimic of Jotaro. Behind him, Gold Experience pads backward through the sand to fetch the cloth bag.]
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[He smiles. Smirks, maybe.]
Am I?
[He was going to. Now, in a fit of obstinacy, he doesn't want to. But it comes all the same.]
We've still got to walk back to the city after this, Jotaro.
[But that isn't all. He's tempted to cross his arms over his chest, but they're too weary to lift that far, so . . . he just tucks them into his pockets, a gentler mimic of Jotaro. Behind him, Gold Experience pads backward through the sand to fetch the cloth bag.]
Can I come over there?