...Whatever it was you said, he just threw my pocketwatch like a high-speed baseball and ran in here.
[And, as we all recall, Star is incapable of doing things that Jotaro prohibits him from doing, so whatever bewildered annoyance may be resting here, it must also be noted that he could have and yet did not actively prevent this.]
He uses a pencil to hit the letters because his fingers are too big to do it themselves. So he kind of pecks the words out. And I help him with stuff he doesn't understan—
[But quietly this time, because Star has sensitive ears, so it's really more of a yelp than anything, and - he claps his hands over his mouth afterwards because AHHHHH.]
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[And, as we all recall, Star is incapable of doing things that Jotaro prohibits him from doing, so whatever bewildered annoyance may be resting here, it must also be noted that he could have and yet did not actively prevent this.]
I guess I was too slow, or something.
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[Wait . . .]
You weren't helping him type?
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[...wait...
wait
oh my god]
...Did you promise him pudding.
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[But quietly this time, because Star has sensitive ears, so it's really more of a yelp than anything, and - he claps his hands over his mouth afterwards because AHHHHH.]
Yes, because he said ti voglio bene!
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[HE'S STILL JUST DANGLING FROM STAR'S ARMS, STILL A VERITABLE SACK OF POTATOES. THIS IS FINE.]
...They're his feelings.
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[YOWLS......]
[he's dead goodbye farewall. COVERING HIS WHOLE FACE NOW]
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[JOTARO...WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS...]
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[STOP KILLING HIM. He falls face-forward onto the carpet. Goodbye, he is dead.]