[He pushes the fingers of his free hand through his hair, smiling at nothing-- and then sits up suddenly, with a grin.]
I've got a picture of him, you know-- wait here, I want to show you--
[And he's off, slipping out of of Giorno's grip and heading out of the kitchen. Skipping up the stairs, he takes Jotaro's present carefully off the wall and returns. He can't loop an arm around Giorno, not while he's holding the paper open, but he presses tight up against him.]
C'mere--
[It's a beautiful drawing. It's a compilation of drawings, actually, each of them carefully done and colored in. It's hung above his dresser since they made their comic book, and there's not a day goes by that he doesn't appreciate Jotaro for making it.]
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[He pushes the fingers of his free hand through his hair, smiling at nothing-- and then sits up suddenly, with a grin.]
I've got a picture of him, you know-- wait here, I want to show you--
[And he's off, slipping out of of Giorno's grip and heading out of the kitchen. Skipping up the stairs, he takes Jotaro's present carefully off the wall and returns. He can't loop an arm around Giorno, not while he's holding the paper open, but he presses tight up against him.]
C'mere--
[It's a beautiful drawing. It's a compilation of drawings, actually, each of them carefully done and colored in. It's hung above his dresser since they made their comic book, and there's not a day goes by that he doesn't appreciate Jotaro for making it.]