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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[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.]