If I eat all of this before you're back, am I allowed to have seconds?
[But there's something powerfully satisfying in the way that Alucard clutches his gifts, as he clings to them in a way that suggests quiet delight. It's such a change from the Alucard who wanted to shut himself up in his coffin and sleep until he wasted away. That's the part that makes it all worth it — that single flash of pleasure reflected in his dhampir who sometimes looks so sad.
The kiss surprises him, not in and of itself, but with the abrupt flood of Chroma that seems to wash over him the moment it makes contact. Sanguis is always a bit like that, he knows, but this...this is something amplified, something far more potent than usual.]
Of course. I hardly need it. If you're still hungry, then it's all yours.
[Alucard slips away. Maybe it should have occurred to him sooner how much Jotaro had been looking for opportunities to do something for him. When he offered to rent them a hotel, or how evidently they'd been dating long before Alucard had been compelled to ask for it.
He'll have to do something in return, clearly.
The clothing is different than he's used to, but he likes the material against his skin. Before Lunatia, there was a certain need to appear regal, older than he really was. Here, he's spent days in various soft clothing that's apparently just night clothes, but now he has something more refined.
He takes his time. It isn't as formal as Cho's attire, but he still likes the matching set that Jotaro's taken for him. The comb slides in easily to his hair after he arranges it up in a tail. It feels... nice. More pampering for himself than he's done in quite sometime.
And he steps out, unable to help but feel the material in his fingers.]
[It's downright embarrassing how abruptly he reacts when Alucard makes his return, when he knows full well what's coming. It's just — there's such a difference between imagination and reality, and the reality is so, so much better than anything he could've possibly come up with on his own.
He's seen Alucard dressed up before, at the Firialia Ball and around, but he's never been dressed up like this. And he'd be lying if he said there hadn't been a small measure of hesitation in the Caihong shop when he'd been drawn to pieces ostensibly meant for beautiful women, but had proven unable to resist choosing them anyway in spite of that.
But Alucard doesn't look like a woman. He just looks stunning, draped in a fabric and pattern that enhance his natural (perhaps supernatural) beauty, with accessories to match. And evidently he feels comfortable enough in it, or he wouldn't be relaxed enough to fiddle and play with the material upon his return.]
Holy shit.
[He put his hair up; it draws attention to his neck, slender and pale, and Jotaro's definitely not a vampire but all of a sudden he can kind of see where parts of the neck appeal come from.]
Is it soft? Do you like it? You look...incredible.
[It's not that Alucard is unaware of how he looks, but it's still gratifying to hear the reaction from Jotaro. He smiles to himself, then approaches Jotaro to let him have a closer look.]
I like it quite a bit. The material is much silkier than I was expecting.
[Considering he's more used to cottons and leathers, this is a nice, different experience.]
[It's not that he's impatient, precisely. But the instant Alucard draws within reach, Jotaro's hands are on him, framing his hips at first to tug him closer, then running up his body to feel the shallow curves that he knows are hidden beneath the silk. He's seen Alucard naked before, he knows what's there. It just doesn't stop him from being fascinated by him any less.]
Wanted you to have something nice. That'd make you think of me.
[His thumb catches a nipple through the silk; he rubs over it again more deliberately the second time, smoothing the fabric over and around the sensitive nub.]
Dunno why it was this, but I saw it and just thought of you.
[It's not typical for him to be manhandled, but it's one of the things that does make Jotaro unique to him. Even without a moonblessing in effect, Jotaro is admirably strong, but like this somehow it makes it easier for him to follow Jotaro's lead. Perhaps it is indeed the dragon in him.]
I consider it quite flattering that it did make you think of me-- ah, mm.
[Alucard breathes in sharply. Even just a touch with his fingers is nice, but under the soft fabric feels different. Absently, he licks his lower lip.]
And here I thought you were going to have seconds.
[Deep down, though, he knows he'll be back to the meal soon, once he's had his momentary fill of being close to Alucard. The udon is as much a gift for him as these things are for Alucard, and he'd be an asshole to ignore the significance of that.]
Come sit with me. I think I wound up with a dragon's appetite, too, along with the rest of it.
You only have yourself to blame. You purchased this for me.
[Leaning in, he cups Jotaro's jaw in order to tug him into a kiss. He teases with his fangs, but doesn't bite down, merely dragging his teeth before pulling away.]
I'd say that it might also make you into an awful tease, but that just might be you. [He pulls in a chair close, taking a seat next to Jotaro.]
[It's his turn to gasp softly, though, when he feels the suggestion of Alucard's teeth. Even with a dragon's self-assured confidence, the caress of a vampire's fangs aren't something anyone could ignore; they demand attention, and reaction, and he offers up both in spades.
Curious, he muses as he settles back into his chair and watches Alucard come in close at his side. Alucard had been so afraid back on that rooftop — I don't know if I can be human enough. Fangs aren't a human feature. A human couldn't kiss him like that.
He looks at Alucard and tries to imagine all that it must've taken, for him to end up so uncertain of his own humanity. People aren't born knowing they're different. That doesn't happen until they're told. But Alucard knows, and yet he would twist himself into knots, shove himself into whatever shape and pattern and mold it took to be human enough, if that was what was asked of him. He would do it because his feelings demanded it, because his heart compelled it.
Dracula's obsession turned outward, he muses as his gaze skims slowly over the lovely contrast of silk cloth and sleek skin, and Wallachia crumbled beneath it. Alucard's nature, he suspects, is to turn it inward, and ensure that the only person hurt by it is himself.
What an enigma he is. Half vampire, half human, at times the best of both, at others the worst of each. Sometimes Alucard, sometimes Adrian. Lonely and hungry and uncertain and, at times, even desperate.
No, he's exactly right just the way he is, isn't he? Only an absolute fucking idiot would think otherwise.]
Yes, of course you are. There's a difference between a kiss and you specifically touching me in a sensitive manner.
[Not that he minds, not like this. And really, being around Jotaro as he is especially right now makes it easy to just accept and relax. He feels at ease with Jotaro's company normally, but he feels unusually relaxed right now. Alucard knows it, too, but he doesn't consider it distressing to point out.]
Oh? Does it? You did seem to like it quite a bit when I bit you last. I wasn't aware it was that much of a fetish for you.
[No, he absolutely does, but if they're doing this, he's going to be an asshole right back. Alucard rests his chin in his hand, leaning his elbow up onto the table as he watches Jotaro enjoy himself. That's satisfying in a different way.]
Anyway, I think playing with my chest is still different than a kiss. One is generally more acceptable in public spaces, for example.
[Oh, oh, look at this coy little bastard, now he's enjoying this, leaning into a lounge, head propped on his hand like the enticing thing he is. The fact that Jotaro manages not to lick his lower lip from looking at him is an absolute miracle. The fact that he can't keep himself from chewing the edge of his lip instead is in no way a surprise.]
And this isn't a public space, unless I'm missing something.
[He watches Jotaro, then chuckles quietly at him. Reaching over, he places a hand over Jotaro's, but does little else.]
I'm simply saying that it's obvious that the two are different kinds of teasing.
For example... [Alucard leans in, then pauses. No, it isn't a public space they're in, but he's still going to lower his voice into a stage whisper.] Another kind of teasing is telling you that I'm not wearing anything else under this.
[It's a good thing he doesn't have any of his udon in his mouth at the moment or he might well have choked on it; as it is, his throat goes dry and he has to swallow hard to wet it again, throat rising and falling beneath the effort. Of course he'd known that, reasonably, or at least could have worked it out logically just from observation, but that's not the point at all.
The point is Alucard making a show of drawing attention to it, and that's the real tease in and of itself.
Unable to help himself, his tail flicks, the scaled muscle working effortlessly to curl up and catch the tip beneath the dangling hem of Alucard's kimono, lifting it just a fraction of an inch in suggestion before letting it fall again. That's new to him, too; he's never really actively tried to use his tail for anything before, either as a wolf or like this, but evidently the dragon's version has uses he'd never even considered up until now.]
Hah...
[The wolf would've pounced by now, he thinks absently, while his too-green eyes track slowly over Alucard's frame. Maybe it's for the better that he's under the calmer influence of the Sanguis dragon; he's discovering, unexpectedly, that the lack of the wolf's urgency almost makes it all the better, allowing him to savor the act of being teased for that much longer.]
Seems like you know a lot about it. Teasing.
[This time, he does lick his lips, openly letting Alucard see it.]
[The restraint is noted. With his more wolfish demeanor, Jotaro has a more difficult time holding back, which is fine; Alucard is really more used to behavior that reminds him of vampires and other beasts. Like this, Jotaro wants to play along and is in no hurry. That's good; they both could bother to take their time. Not everything needs to be done in such a hurry.
He breathes in sharply at the tip of the teasing tail just playing with the hem, but just like that it's gone again. Terrible.]
Several. Touches, or words. They can entice plenty.
I suppose you could practice with me. See what you'd like. How you enjoy being teased in return.
[His hand moves to rest on Jotaro's knee. Nothing else. Just touching.]
[Though it is markedly easier to say what's on his mind to Alucard than it is to...essentially anyone else. He thinks a minute, then slides his hand to cover over Alucard's where it rests on his knee, holding it there for a moment or two before tugging it up a little higher on his thigh.]
But that reminds me. There was something I wanted to ask you, now that it's...not Iris. I feel like maybe you want different things during Iris than you might otherwise. So.
[Leaving Alucard's hand where it is, trusting he'll take the hint, Jotaro reaches over and hooks a claw behind one of the folds of the robe where it crosses over his chest, forming the V of the neckline. A slight tug loosens it, just an inch — still slow, still enticing.]
You know I would never do anything you don't want. Yeah?
[He was already lovely tidied up and put-together; disheveled, he's on an entirely different level. Almost curiously, that same clawed finger comes up to rest near Alucard's temple, sliding gently beneath one of his pulled-back locks of hair and easing it free until it falls loose of its hold.
Better still. It's on the side opposite his fallen sleeve; there's a satisfying sort of balance to the way the previously perfect picture he'd made is coming apart.]
Do you want me to make you behave?
[The thought slips out before he can even really think about it, fully-formed after hours upon hours of private consideration in his own mind.]
I know you're afraid, sometimes. I...don't want you to do something you're not okay with, either. But you said — that it might feel better if I took the lead. That you wouldn't have to worry so much, if I were keeping you in check.
[His finger hooks beneath Alucard's chin, nudging him to lift it slightly.]
Just say yes or no. It doesn't have to be something we do today. I just want to know if that's something I should start thinking about.
[The question makes him pause, confused for a moment before Jotaro does clarify himself. He looks up as he's encouraged to, and he tries not to feel too guilty for his own fears. But Jotaro has been nothing but understanding, so he tries not to think too hard about that either.]
...It might put my worries at ease, truthfully. To feel like you had me under control.
Strangely, I don't have those concerns so much right now. Something about you being like this, I think, helps with that.
[His eyebrows go up at once, betraying his genuine surprise. Though, he supposes upon further reflection, maybe it makes a sort of sense. Maybe it's that, paradoxically enough, he doesn't look particularly human, so —
Or maybe it's more than that. Maybe it's not just that he's less visibly human; maybe it's that he's more visibly half and half.
Hmmm.]
Because of all this? The horns and scales and...tail?
[...You know, that would explain why all the sellers in Caihong were so eager to wait on him. And to do basically anything he asked for, really. He'd assumed they were just spooked by the horns, but...
His eyes widen a fraction, and in a flash of violet light, Star Platinum appears and vanishes, dispatched on an errand that has him flitting out of the apartment and returning with a pad of paper and a marker, which squeaks aggressively as Star uncaps it and writes on the pad with lightning-fast, laserlike precision.
It's probably not surprising, what's waiting on the pad when Star turns it around, while Jotaro very emphatically keeps his own mouth clamped shut: ]
SORRY. I DIDN'T KNOW I WAS DOING THAT. I DON'T WANT TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF YOU.
[The sudden reaction is understandable, if not a bit dramatic. But then, it's not as if Jotaro realized he'd been doing this.]
Jojo, it's not as if I couldn't resist you.
You're fine. [He reaches out for Jotaro's hands, squeezing them.] I promise I'm not doing anything I don't wish to right now. Perhaps because I was aware of it happening made it easier for me to determine my free will. [It does, honestly, remind him more of succubi and incubi than a dragon, but he does smell a bit more like a dragon right now as well. Peculiar.]
[He still seems a touch tentative about actually uttering words aloud, but once he and Star share a quick glance, his Stand surrenders the paper and marker and withdraws again, leaving Jotaro to his own devices.
He turns his attention back to Alucard, reassured somewhat by the feeling of hands covering his own.]
So it just...calms you down? When I was buying that stuff for you, everyone seemed really...helpful. But I didn't realize that it was because of me.
[He shifts his hands, weaving their fingers together.]
...What do you think would happen if I did more than just talk?
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[But there's something powerfully satisfying in the way that Alucard clutches his gifts, as he clings to them in a way that suggests quiet delight. It's such a change from the Alucard who wanted to shut himself up in his coffin and sleep until he wasted away. That's the part that makes it all worth it — that single flash of pleasure reflected in his dhampir who sometimes looks so sad.
The kiss surprises him, not in and of itself, but with the abrupt flood of Chroma that seems to wash over him the moment it makes contact. Sanguis is always a bit like that, he knows, but this...this is something amplified, something far more potent than usual.]
Go on, then. I won't go anywhere.
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[Alucard slips away. Maybe it should have occurred to him sooner how much Jotaro had been looking for opportunities to do something for him. When he offered to rent them a hotel, or how evidently they'd been dating long before Alucard had been compelled to ask for it.
He'll have to do something in return, clearly.
The clothing is different than he's used to, but he likes the material against his skin. Before Lunatia, there was a certain need to appear regal, older than he really was. Here, he's spent days in various soft clothing that's apparently just night clothes, but now he has something more refined.
He takes his time. It isn't as formal as Cho's attire, but he still likes the matching set that Jotaro's taken for him. The comb slides in easily to his hair after he arranges it up in a tail. It feels... nice. More pampering for himself than he's done in quite sometime.
And he steps out, unable to help but feel the material in his fingers.]
As you imagined me?
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He's seen Alucard dressed up before, at the Firialia Ball and around, but he's never been dressed up like this. And he'd be lying if he said there hadn't been a small measure of hesitation in the Caihong shop when he'd been drawn to pieces ostensibly meant for beautiful women, but had proven unable to resist choosing them anyway in spite of that.
But Alucard doesn't look like a woman. He just looks stunning, draped in a fabric and pattern that enhance his natural (perhaps supernatural) beauty, with accessories to match. And evidently he feels comfortable enough in it, or he wouldn't be relaxed enough to fiddle and play with the material upon his return.]
Holy shit.
[He put his hair up; it draws attention to his neck, slender and pale, and Jotaro's definitely not a vampire but all of a sudden he can kind of see where parts of the neck appeal come from.]
Is it soft? Do you like it? You look...incredible.
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I like it quite a bit. The material is much silkier than I was expecting.
[Considering he's more used to cottons and leathers, this is a nice, different experience.]
Perhaps you can undress me from it sometime.
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[It's not that he's impatient, precisely. But the instant Alucard draws within reach, Jotaro's hands are on him, framing his hips at first to tug him closer, then running up his body to feel the shallow curves that he knows are hidden beneath the silk. He's seen Alucard naked before, he knows what's there. It just doesn't stop him from being fascinated by him any less.]
Wanted you to have something nice. That'd make you think of me.
[His thumb catches a nipple through the silk; he rubs over it again more deliberately the second time, smoothing the fabric over and around the sensitive nub.]
Dunno why it was this, but I saw it and just thought of you.
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I consider it quite flattering that it did make you think of me-- ah, mm.
[Alucard breathes in sharply. Even just a touch with his fingers is nice, but under the soft fabric feels different. Absently, he licks his lower lip.]
And here I thought you were going to have seconds.
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[Deep down, though, he knows he'll be back to the meal soon, once he's had his momentary fill of being close to Alucard. The udon is as much a gift for him as these things are for Alucard, and he'd be an asshole to ignore the significance of that.]
Come sit with me. I think I wound up with a dragon's appetite, too, along with the rest of it.
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[Leaning in, he cups Jotaro's jaw in order to tug him into a kiss. He teases with his fangs, but doesn't bite down, merely dragging his teeth before pulling away.]
I'd say that it might also make you into an awful tease, but that just might be you. [He pulls in a chair close, taking a seat next to Jotaro.]
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[It's his turn to gasp softly, though, when he feels the suggestion of Alucard's teeth. Even with a dragon's self-assured confidence, the caress of a vampire's fangs aren't something anyone could ignore; they demand attention, and reaction, and he offers up both in spades.
Curious, he muses as he settles back into his chair and watches Alucard come in close at his side. Alucard had been so afraid back on that rooftop — I don't know if I can be human enough. Fangs aren't a human feature. A human couldn't kiss him like that.
He looks at Alucard and tries to imagine all that it must've taken, for him to end up so uncertain of his own humanity. People aren't born knowing they're different. That doesn't happen until they're told. But Alucard knows, and yet he would twist himself into knots, shove himself into whatever shape and pattern and mold it took to be human enough, if that was what was asked of him. He would do it because his feelings demanded it, because his heart compelled it.
Dracula's obsession turned outward, he muses as his gaze skims slowly over the lovely contrast of silk cloth and sleek skin, and Wallachia crumbled beneath it. Alucard's nature, he suspects, is to turn it inward, and ensure that the only person hurt by it is himself.
What an enigma he is. Half vampire, half human, at times the best of both, at others the worst of each. Sometimes Alucard, sometimes Adrian. Lonely and hungry and uncertain and, at times, even desperate.
No, he's exactly right just the way he is, isn't he? Only an absolute fucking idiot would think otherwise.]
...Hey. You kiss me like that, and I'm the tease?
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[Not that he minds, not like this. And really, being around Jotaro as he is especially right now makes it easy to just accept and relax. He feels at ease with Jotaro's company normally, but he feels unusually relaxed right now. Alucard knows it, too, but he doesn't consider it distressing to point out.]
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[He plays innocent a minute, using the time to enjoy another few mouthfuls of the udon; no sense in letting it go to waste.]
Just because I knew you'd like it? Like you don't kiss me with your fangs knowing full well how much it gets me going.
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[No, he absolutely does, but if they're doing this, he's going to be an asshole right back. Alucard rests his chin in his hand, leaning his elbow up onto the table as he watches Jotaro enjoy himself. That's satisfying in a different way.]
Anyway, I think playing with my chest is still different than a kiss. One is generally more acceptable in public spaces, for example.
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[Oh, oh, look at this coy little bastard, now he's enjoying this, leaning into a lounge, head propped on his hand like the enticing thing he is. The fact that Jotaro manages not to lick his lower lip from looking at him is an absolute miracle. The fact that he can't keep himself from chewing the edge of his lip instead is in no way a surprise.]
And this isn't a public space, unless I'm missing something.
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I'm simply saying that it's obvious that the two are different kinds of teasing.
For example... [Alucard leans in, then pauses. No, it isn't a public space they're in, but he's still going to lower his voice into a stage whisper.] Another kind of teasing is telling you that I'm not wearing anything else under this.
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The point is Alucard making a show of drawing attention to it, and that's the real tease in and of itself.
Unable to help himself, his tail flicks, the scaled muscle working effortlessly to curl up and catch the tip beneath the dangling hem of Alucard's kimono, lifting it just a fraction of an inch in suggestion before letting it fall again. That's new to him, too; he's never really actively tried to use his tail for anything before, either as a wolf or like this, but evidently the dragon's version has uses he'd never even considered up until now.]
Hah...
[The wolf would've pounced by now, he thinks absently, while his too-green eyes track slowly over Alucard's frame. Maybe it's for the better that he's under the calmer influence of the Sanguis dragon; he's discovering, unexpectedly, that the lack of the wolf's urgency almost makes it all the better, allowing him to savor the act of being teased for that much longer.]
Seems like you know a lot about it. Teasing.
[This time, he does lick his lips, openly letting Alucard see it.]
How many different kinds are there?
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He breathes in sharply at the tip of the teasing tail just playing with the hem, but just like that it's gone again. Terrible.]
Several. Touches, or words. They can entice plenty.
I suppose you could practice with me. See what you'd like. How you enjoy being teased in return.
[His hand moves to rest on Jotaro's knee. Nothing else. Just touching.]
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[Though it is markedly easier to say what's on his mind to Alucard than it is to...essentially anyone else. He thinks a minute, then slides his hand to cover over Alucard's where it rests on his knee, holding it there for a moment or two before tugging it up a little higher on his thigh.]
But that reminds me. There was something I wanted to ask you, now that it's...not Iris. I feel like maybe you want different things during Iris than you might otherwise. So.
[Leaving Alucard's hand where it is, trusting he'll take the hint, Jotaro reaches over and hooks a claw behind one of the folds of the robe where it crosses over his chest, forming the V of the neckline. A slight tug loosens it, just an inch — still slow, still enticing.]
You know I would never do anything you don't want. Yeah?
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It's... less that my desires are different and more that they're quite heightened.
[Slowly, a sleeve slips down his shoulder. Alucard doesn't fix it, letting it be uneven. It seems better to continue the pretense.]
But I know. And I encourage you to never do anything because it would hurt you either, even if you think I will enjoy it.
So, if it is all things we want to do together, then we have little else to worry about. Yes?
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Better still. It's on the side opposite his fallen sleeve; there's a satisfying sort of balance to the way the previously perfect picture he'd made is coming apart.]
Do you want me to make you behave?
[The thought slips out before he can even really think about it, fully-formed after hours upon hours of private consideration in his own mind.]
I know you're afraid, sometimes. I...don't want you to do something you're not okay with, either. But you said — that it might feel better if I took the lead. That you wouldn't have to worry so much, if I were keeping you in check.
[His finger hooks beneath Alucard's chin, nudging him to lift it slightly.]
Just say yes or no. It doesn't have to be something we do today. I just want to know if that's something I should start thinking about.
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...It might put my worries at ease, truthfully. To feel like you had me under control.
Strangely, I don't have those concerns so much right now. Something about you being like this, I think, helps with that.
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[His eyebrows go up at once, betraying his genuine surprise. Though, he supposes upon further reflection, maybe it makes a sort of sense. Maybe it's that, paradoxically enough, he doesn't look particularly human, so —
Or maybe it's more than that. Maybe it's not just that he's less visibly human; maybe it's that he's more visibly half and half.
Hmmm.]
Because of all this? The horns and scales and...tail?
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...You didn't realize it, I assume. But I had noticed that you come off as very... easy to pay heed to. Almost hypnotic.
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[...You know, that would explain why all the sellers in Caihong were so eager to wait on him. And to do basically anything he asked for, really. He'd assumed they were just spooked by the horns, but...
His eyes widen a fraction, and in a flash of violet light, Star Platinum appears and vanishes, dispatched on an errand that has him flitting out of the apartment and returning with a pad of paper and a marker, which squeaks aggressively as Star uncaps it and writes on the pad with lightning-fast, laserlike precision.
It's probably not surprising, what's waiting on the pad when Star turns it around, while Jotaro very emphatically keeps his own mouth clamped shut: ]
SORRY. I DIDN'T KNOW I WAS DOING THAT.
I DON'T WANT TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF YOU.
ARE YOU OK NOW?
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Jojo, it's not as if I couldn't resist you.
You're fine. [He reaches out for Jotaro's hands, squeezing them.] I promise I'm not doing anything I don't wish to right now. Perhaps because I was aware of it happening made it easier for me to determine my free will. [It does, honestly, remind him more of succubi and incubi than a dragon, but he does smell a bit more like a dragon right now as well. Peculiar.]
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[He still seems a touch tentative about actually uttering words aloud, but once he and Star share a quick glance, his Stand surrenders the paper and marker and withdraws again, leaving Jotaro to his own devices.
He turns his attention back to Alucard, reassured somewhat by the feeling of hands covering his own.]
So it just...calms you down? When I was buying that stuff for you, everyone seemed really...helpful. But I didn't realize that it was because of me.
[He shifts his hands, weaving their fingers together.]
...What do you think would happen if I did more than just talk?
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