[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.]
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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.]