[ He doesn’t flinch. Well. The fleshy, broken part of him still measuring out milk and cream doesn’t flinch. Hierophant’s tendrils turn as one from their tasks of grating chocolate and looking around for a suitable saucepan and mugs and separating the bag of tiny marshmallows into piles of different colours, forming a wall of glinting green glass knives between the two of them. And then they relax, returning to their work.
(A small part of him wishes he hadn’t stopped. He’s already dead, after all, and Jotaro would hate Adrian if those claws had gone through him. They’d never speak again. And oh, Jotaro would be miserable. And he’d be dead again. But he’d win.) ]
I’m making hot chocolate. [ He says it, as if breaking into someone’s house to make hot chocolate is a normal thing that normal people do. ]
[Well. He's just. Going to vampirerun to the bathroom and grab a towel even though his dignity is pretty much gone. Whatever, it's mostly to stop from dripping water everywhere like a dog.
The claws are gone and he's still puzzled.]
So. Would you like to tell me why you've broken into my flat to make hot chocolate? Not that I'm unused to your visits in other ways, but this is new.
I couldn't make hot chocolate outside. There's no kitchen there.
[ Obviously. Hierophant finishes chopping the chololate into small chunks, using itself as a knife the scrape it all into a neat pile. Another takes a bag of brown sugar from the grocery bag.
He takes a moment to say anything else, sorting through possible conversation topics in his head. Casual ones, ones that aren't Jotaro Kujo. He turns from the hot chocolate process, looking Adrian over. ]
Sounds like you didn't try hard enough, and also you're busy being avoidant.
[Fine, if Kakyoin doesn't want to address this practically, then so be it. Adrian pulls up a chair and sits in his towel because to hell with it, he'll just let Kakyoin make them hot chocolate.
Which is... a nice thing for him to do, so Adrian really shouldn't be flustered about it. But there's also the part where Kakyoin just showed up and broke in anyway. Yep.]
[ He doesn't answer, instead just turns around properly, allowing Hierophant to take over the hot chocolate making, and hesitates only briefly before pulling up his shirt.
He doesn't have a bellybutton, which probably seems weird until the shirt goes high enough to reveal that there's a band of flesh-coloured silicon-like material covering his lower abdomen. He scoots that up as well.
He still doesn't have a bellybutton.
There are organs there. Intestines and kidneys and a stomach and he looks like a diagram from a textbook only tinted green. His insides all held together by crystal, like they're insects trapped in green amber. ]
Adrian had never really asked in too many details how Kakyoin died, though he could imagine it in many gruesome ways. How did a narcissistic man like Dio execute his enemies? But here it is, Kakyoin being held together somehow.]
Were you found like this by the scientists?
[His tone is soft, but he is curious nonetheless. Sympathetic for certain, of course. Adrian's scar is nothing in comparison to this.]
[ He doesn't finish that sentence. It's what happens here when people die. If I die again it spreads to my heart. He pulls the band back down, a wide thin strip of the stuff they use to make sex toys look real. It kind of looks like skin, just a few shades brighter than his own. Missing hair and freckles and imperfections and bellybuttons. ]
Don't tell Jotaro. He- I don't care if he knows that I've been poking around here, or that I've been an asshole to you. It'd piss him off, but I don't really care if he's pissed off. This- I think it'd fuck with him, if he knew.
[ It's a gesture of- he doesn't know what it's a gesture of. He's giving Adrian blackmail material, essentially. To force himself to trust him. To see if Adrian's a better person than he is. If he cares more about Jotaro than about winning. ]
[What did he expect, exactly? Normal scars? But it seems to be different for everyone, and maybe Kakyoin had been too ruined to be healed quite right anyway. The gods have a funny way of helping, and the scientists have covered up what they could to at least make Kakyoin feel normal.
Not that he could be. Ever could be.]
I haven't really told him, actually. About any of that. I was more interested to see what kind of person you are. Then I found I rather liked having Hierophant around.
[Adrian places his hand over his own scar.]
But I'll keep this to myself. I think one day you should tell him, but that isn't my decision obviously.
I will. Just- not for a while. Once he's got his head around the fact that- you know. [ He can't say it. He still can't say it. ] Don't want to mess him up worse than I already have.
[ He re-dresses himself, turning back into the kitchen. Hierophant is pouring dark sugar and chopped chocolate into the heated milk and cream. It's putting hot water into the mugs to warm them. It's whipping cream and deciding on what colour marshmallows to use and- really, there's not much for him to do. He shoos away the tendrils attempting to the pan, taking over from them, just so he has something to occupy his hands. ]
Well, now you know. I'm an asshole. An asshole who has a lot of people fooled. [ It barely even sounds self-deprecating. Almost proud. ] But not him, don't worry. He knows.
You two seem awfully concerned you've fucked up the other person.
[It's so different than how Adrian and Trevor have... disagreements, if one could call them that. Sometimes they hurt each other so badly with words and never really get around to apologies. Instead, sometimes the wounds are left to fester before there's any real aid.
Yet, Jotaro and Kakyoin are so concerned about having hurt each other. It's sweet, even if it makes Adrian's heart ache a little.]
Oh, no. I always sort of figured you were. I just wasn't certain what kind of asshole yet.
[ He pauses for a little too long and the milk starts to bubble. Hierophant shoos him away from the stove and takes over, taking it off the heat.
Logically he knew that. Jotaro wouldn't be acting like he is if he didn't think that. But it's difficult, still, to get his head around it. ]
He hasn't. I'm just- When I showed up here, I just started playing house. Pretending. I got myself a calendar and acted like it was June and signed up for classes and went around convincing people I was alive and a good person and-
-and I'm not. And I can't pretend I am, when he's there. I have to deal with it and dealing with it is messy and ugly and filthy. I hate it. I hate you and I hate his daughter and I hate that, too, because he loves you and he loves her and I should be happy for him. I hate that I can't just act like there isn't a whole future and I'm not in it. I hate that he's not enough of an asshole to be in the future. People will be pathetic enough that he'll give them a chance and they'll take advantage and I won't be there to stop them and-
[ Hierophant pours the hot chocolate into two mugs and tops it with cream and marshmallows (it chose baby blue ones for Adrian, and mint green for him) and little chocolate stars. It puts one down next to Adiran and pushes the other into Kakyoin's hands and fuck, he didn't mean for all those words to happen. ]
I'm dead. [ He says it softly, and the words don't hurt as much as he thought they would. ] I don't regret anything, but I hate that I'm dead. I don't think I'm supposed to.
He thinks that he's hurt you with whatever he's said. I don't know what he's said about me, but I know he told you about Jolyne. Learning about her hurt a bit for me as well, but... I wouldn't want to stop him from making sure she stays existing.
[The mug is held in his hands and he glances at the Stand with a bit of fondness in his eyes. Not the way he adores Star, but Hierophant is still a guest he's become accustomed to seeing.
He has a sip. It's incredibly delicious. Better than the hot chocolate he's had anywhere else around here, actually. Maybe a gesture of goodwill, or an apology. Whatever it might be, he won't ask.]
I think it was a lot to demand from you, learning everything as you had suddenly at once while also being terribly aware of your own situation after death, unfair and cruel as it already was. Then you find out that Jotaro has involved himself with a vampire. How could you not resent it? How could you not hate me?
[Adrian shrugs.] Would you find it strange to know that I worried for the longest time that I was simply a placeholder for you? Oh, the notion waned and I was concerned less, but I used to think about it a lot. He'd say I would remind him of you sometimes.
In any case, I don't begrudge you. Not in the least.
[ His eyes widen a little. No. He isn't going to freak out. He's better than that, and if Adrian wanted him dead or under his thrall then he'd already know. Jotaro would already know, even if he's far too ready to give people chances they don't deserve. He counts the things he can feel. The heat of the mug in his hands. The carpet under his feet. The air going into his lungs cool and coming out warm. The distant sensation of Hierophant frozen in place, holding the pan under running water.
This isn't Dio. Yes, he's followed a beautiful man into a space devoid of anyone else and now they're a vampire. But that doesn't mean that this is Dio, it just means that he has an incredibly bad habit that he should really examine. Hierophant starts moving again, turning off the tap, and he manages not to call it to rush to his defense.
Jotaro would have warned him, if he'd known that he were going to visit Adrian. But he's being sneaky, going behind his back. So really, he deserves to be blindsided a little. ]
I- didn't. Find out that detail, I mean. I- apologise for opening the curtains, yesterday. That really was because the raccoon wanted the sun to fall on his pet bed, I swear. I was not trying to kill you.
Ah. Well. I didn't mean to drop that information to you this way, though it's not much of a secret I keep here.
[Whoops. As if Kakyoin really needed some additional anxieties here. Well, he was going to find out at some point, but he wishes he'd had paced that out better. He'd honestly just assumed that Jotaro infodumped onto Kakyoin as he did about Jolyne.]
Anyway, the sun doesn't affect me, and I'd honestly assumed that you were doing some tests. I wouldn't have blamed you for that. In any case, I'm not all vampire. Just half, by my father. The other part of me is human.
No, no tests. Or- not that, at least. Just a sunbathing raccoon. But I'm glad to know I didn't accidentally try to kill you. I'd much rather be intentional with that kind of thing.
[ He sips at the hot chocolate. It's warm and practically the consistency of syrup. Not exactly ideal for summer, but it's the beginning of February somewhere. And he's poked around enough to see all the ice cream and get an idea for what Adrian seems to like and it's the most indulgent sweet thing he knows how to make.
But there's something else that Adrian said. ]
Why would you be a placeholder for me?
[ Part of him realises it's a cruel thing to ask, but Kakyoin is a cruel person. And he wants to know. ]
Well, at least I can trust you to do that should you ever decide I was worth slaying.
[His tone is dry, but he isn't completely convinced that Kakyoin wouldn't try one day. Not for lacking Jotaro's trust, but the sting of Sumi and Taka still remain. Trust for other people is a harder thing.]
Why do you think?
[Adrian's tone is a bit colder, more bitter.]
He used to tell me how I reminded him of you. There are differences, of course, but I think he liked the familiarity of someone who wouldn't take shit from him, would give it back just as much or more. Maybe it's something else.
But you're human. Familiar. And I have never been first in anyone's hearts, so why would that change now?
Oh, if I thought you were worth slaying I wouldn't waste your time with things that I know won't work. I'm afraid I might still disappoint you, though. I don't have the best record when it comes to vampires.
[ It's hard not to recognise the bitterness in Alucard's tone. It's not quite the same sort of bitterness as his own, but it's close. He doesn't know whether he wants to try to goad him or mollify him.
Jotaro loved someone because they were like him. That's- something to consider. Something that moves him feel like the crystal that is his insides has broken and all the jagged edges dug into the parts of him that still bleed. ]
I don't intend to interfere, if you were worried about that. If you hurt him, I'll- [ He sips the hot chocolate. It's a deliberate dramatic pause. ] -ask you to talk it out. Look for a couple's therapist, probably.
Don't worry. You're not the one I would worry about in terms of who could have the potential to kill me. Not for your lack of skill, but I'm aware of at least one particularly decent hunter in Lunatia.
[but hey we won't talk about Trevor Belmont because that'd be weird on multiple levels so]
If Jojo asked me to leave him be so he could be with you, I would let him. I would hate it with every bit of my being, but I would do it.
And I would never hurt him. So you won't need to be particularly concerned about that.
I don't want him to. I wouldn't want anything to do with him if he did.
[ He does. He wants it desperately, except for how doing that would make Jotaro a different person. He'd be the kind of person who just threw people away. And then he wouldn't be Jotaro. He doesn't want Jotaro to be the kind of asshole who'd discard someone for him. He's that kind of asshole. Jotaro needs to be the good one. ]
My standards aren't that low, you know.
[ Kakyoin you wanted to date Dio your standards are so low they've tunneled to the Lunatian version of Australia. ]
[Quietly, that surprises him, but he thinks he understands. It would say a lot about Jotaro's character then, but Jotaro never would. And it's not that he particularly even doubts Jotaro specifically, but he knows with his own issues, well. It's hard to not compare himself a bit to Kakyoin and wonder.]
I would have no idea about your standards, really. Other than you're a bit of a shit, a painter, and you make excellent hot cocoa.
If I wanted to be with the type of asshole who throws people away I'd at least find one who didn't make me look short.
[ He grumbles a little more under his breath about this hypothetical not-Jotaro who'd do this, and how much he wants that, and how little he wants that. ]
I'm not going to- I tried to fuck with you both before. That's why I went for the payne's grey. It was the one you used most in the painting at his place. And it felt like shit, and I'm not going to do it again. He's not going to just decide he wants rid of you. And I'm not going to get between you because I don't like feeling like that.
[It's still a bit odd that Jotaro is his exact height, honestly.]
He likes the ocean, so I try to make things he might enjoy. And he told me to paint more. [Though he should do more for himself, but it's still a struggle sometimes to be motivated for more than that.] I know he won't make that choice. Don't misunderstand.
If I may, what did you hope to accomplish by sending Hieorphant here?
[ He sighs, sitting down and putting down the hot chocolate. He's apparently decided that he's being honest with Adrian, and that's an exhausting prospect. But- in a roundabout way, if being honest with Adrian puts him at ease, then he can put Jotaro at ease. It'll make things better. ]
At first? I- don't really know. I wanted to make sure he was safe, when he came here, because until two weeks ago going anywhere alone was suicide and it's different here but it's still difficult. I think I wanted to know what kind of person he liked. I was angry. I don't know what I was angry at, but I decided it was you because you were there and I thought you couldn't see me. You were convenient.
Then I started coming here because I needed to be somewhere else. My head's all messed up but if I act like something's wrong, it'll fuck with him. I just- had a place here, by then. So I came here.
[There's a pause as he looks down into the remains of his hot chocolate. He'll certainly finish it, and he ponders for a moment. Kakyoin's anger, frustration, and venting are all understandable that he can't begrudge, and whatever feelings Adrian has? It has nothing to do really with either Kakyoin or Jotaro, but his own angst of actions past that no one can change. So he doesn't blame anyone for that, no one alive anyway.]
You still have a place, if you want. I didn't mind the company particularly, and Trevor certainly likes Hieorphant.
But if you come in person again, I think I might prefer you have a key first. [He says it wryly.] Hierophant makes a lock pointless, but I'd rather know it was you first. Or I might burst out from the shower again and make a fool of myself.
[ He sighs as if it's particularly troublesome to carry things in his pockets. ]
I'll just shout to let you know I'm arriving. It's- more comfortable to be Hierophant right now anyway. I just came in person today because Hierophant doesn't like talking.
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[ He doesn’t flinch. Well. The fleshy, broken part of him still measuring out milk and cream doesn’t flinch. Hierophant’s tendrils turn as one from their tasks of grating chocolate and looking around for a suitable saucepan and mugs and separating the bag of tiny marshmallows into piles of different colours, forming a wall of glinting green glass knives between the two of them. And then they relax, returning to their work.
(A small part of him wishes he hadn’t stopped. He’s already dead, after all, and Jotaro would hate Adrian if those claws had gone through him. They’d never speak again. And oh, Jotaro would be miserable. And he’d be dead again. But he’d win.) ]
I’m making hot chocolate. [ He says it, as if breaking into someone’s house to make hot chocolate is a normal thing that normal people do. ]
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[Well. He's just. Going to vampirerun to the bathroom and grab a towel even though his dignity is pretty much gone. Whatever, it's mostly to stop from dripping water everywhere like a dog.
The claws are gone and he's still puzzled.]
So. Would you like to tell me why you've broken into my flat to make hot chocolate? Not that I'm unused to your visits in other ways, but this is new.
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[ Obviously. Hierophant finishes chopping the chololate into small chunks, using itself as a knife the scrape it all into a neat pile. Another takes a bag of brown sugar from the grocery bag.
He takes a moment to say anything else, sorting through possible conversation topics in his head. Casual ones, ones that aren't Jotaro Kujo. He turns from the hot chocolate process, looking Adrian over. ]
-do you want to see mine?
[ Nailed it. ]
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[Fine, if Kakyoin doesn't want to address this practically, then so be it. Adrian pulls up a chair and sits in his towel because to hell with it, he'll just let Kakyoin make them hot chocolate.
Which is... a nice thing for him to do, so Adrian really shouldn't be flustered about it. But there's also the part where Kakyoin just showed up and broke in anyway. Yep.]
See what.
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He doesn't have a bellybutton, which probably seems weird until the shirt goes high enough to reveal that there's a band of flesh-coloured silicon-like material covering his lower abdomen. He scoots that up as well.
He still doesn't have a bellybutton.
There are organs there. Intestines and kidneys and a stomach and he looks like a diagram from a textbook only tinted green. His insides all held together by crystal, like they're insects trapped in green amber. ]
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Adrian had never really asked in too many details how Kakyoin died, though he could imagine it in many gruesome ways. How did a narcissistic man like Dio execute his enemies? But here it is, Kakyoin being held together somehow.]
Were you found like this by the scientists?
[His tone is soft, but he is curious nonetheless. Sympathetic for certain, of course. Adrian's scar is nothing in comparison to this.]
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[ He doesn't finish that sentence. It's what happens here when people die. If I die again it spreads to my heart. He pulls the band back down, a wide thin strip of the stuff they use to make sex toys look real. It kind of looks like skin, just a few shades brighter than his own. Missing hair and freckles and imperfections and bellybuttons. ]
Don't tell Jotaro. He- I don't care if he knows that I've been poking around here, or that I've been an asshole to you. It'd piss him off, but I don't really care if he's pissed off. This- I think it'd fuck with him, if he knew.
[ It's a gesture of- he doesn't know what it's a gesture of. He's giving Adrian blackmail material, essentially. To force himself to trust him. To see if Adrian's a better person than he is. If he cares more about Jotaro than about winning. ]
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[What did he expect, exactly? Normal scars? But it seems to be different for everyone, and maybe Kakyoin had been too ruined to be healed quite right anyway. The gods have a funny way of helping, and the scientists have covered up what they could to at least make Kakyoin feel normal.
Not that he could be. Ever could be.]
I haven't really told him, actually. About any of that. I was more interested to see what kind of person you are. Then I found I rather liked having Hierophant around.
[Adrian places his hand over his own scar.]
But I'll keep this to myself. I think one day you should tell him, but that isn't my decision obviously.
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[ He re-dresses himself, turning back into the kitchen. Hierophant is pouring dark sugar and chopped chocolate into the heated milk and cream. It's putting hot water into the mugs to warm them. It's whipping cream and deciding on what colour marshmallows to use and- really, there's not much for him to do. He shoos away the tendrils attempting to the pan, taking over from them, just so he has something to occupy his hands. ]
Well, now you know. I'm an asshole. An asshole who has a lot of people fooled. [ It barely even sounds self-deprecating. Almost proud. ] But not him, don't worry. He knows.
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[It's so different than how Adrian and Trevor have... disagreements, if one could call them that. Sometimes they hurt each other so badly with words and never really get around to apologies. Instead, sometimes the wounds are left to fester before there's any real aid.
Yet, Jotaro and Kakyoin are so concerned about having hurt each other. It's sweet, even if it makes Adrian's heart ache a little.]
Oh, no. I always sort of figured you were. I just wasn't certain what kind of asshole yet.
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[ He pauses for a little too long and the milk starts to bubble. Hierophant shoos him away from the stove and takes over, taking it off the heat.
Logically he knew that. Jotaro wouldn't be acting like he is if he didn't think that. But it's difficult, still, to get his head around it. ]
He hasn't. I'm just- When I showed up here, I just started playing house. Pretending. I got myself a calendar and acted like it was June and signed up for classes and went around convincing people I was alive and a good person and-
-and I'm not. And I can't pretend I am, when he's there. I have to deal with it and dealing with it is messy and ugly and filthy. I hate it. I hate you and I hate his daughter and I hate that, too, because he loves you and he loves her and I should be happy for him. I hate that I can't just act like there isn't a whole future and I'm not in it. I hate that he's not enough of an asshole to be in the future. People will be pathetic enough that he'll give them a chance and they'll take advantage and I won't be there to stop them and-
[ Hierophant pours the hot chocolate into two mugs and tops it with cream and marshmallows (it chose baby blue ones for Adrian, and mint green for him) and little chocolate stars. It puts one down next to Adiran and pushes the other into Kakyoin's hands and fuck, he didn't mean for all those words to happen. ]
I'm dead. [ He says it softly, and the words don't hurt as much as he thought they would. ] I don't regret anything, but I hate that I'm dead. I don't think I'm supposed to.
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[The mug is held in his hands and he glances at the Stand with a bit of fondness in his eyes. Not the way he adores Star, but Hierophant is still a guest he's become accustomed to seeing.
He has a sip. It's incredibly delicious. Better than the hot chocolate he's had anywhere else around here, actually. Maybe a gesture of goodwill, or an apology. Whatever it might be, he won't ask.]
I think it was a lot to demand from you, learning everything as you had suddenly at once while also being terribly aware of your own situation after death, unfair and cruel as it already was. Then you find out that Jotaro has involved himself with a vampire. How could you not resent it? How could you not hate me?
[Adrian shrugs.] Would you find it strange to know that I worried for the longest time that I was simply a placeholder for you? Oh, the notion waned and I was concerned less, but I used to think about it a lot. He'd say I would remind him of you sometimes.
In any case, I don't begrudge you. Not in the least.
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This isn't Dio. Yes, he's followed a beautiful man into a space devoid of anyone else and now they're a vampire. But that doesn't mean that this is Dio, it just means that he has an incredibly bad habit that he should really examine. Hierophant starts moving again, turning off the tap, and he manages not to call it to rush to his defense.
Jotaro would have warned him, if he'd known that he were going to visit Adrian. But he's being sneaky, going behind his back. So really, he deserves to be blindsided a little. ]
I- didn't. Find out that detail, I mean. I- apologise for opening the curtains, yesterday. That really was because the raccoon wanted the sun to fall on his pet bed, I swear. I was not trying to kill you.
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[Whoops. As if Kakyoin really needed some additional anxieties here. Well, he was going to find out at some point, but he wishes he'd had paced that out better. He'd honestly just assumed that Jotaro infodumped onto Kakyoin as he did about Jolyne.]
Anyway, the sun doesn't affect me, and I'd honestly assumed that you were doing some tests. I wouldn't have blamed you for that. In any case, I'm not all vampire. Just half, by my father. The other part of me is human.
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[ He sips at the hot chocolate. It's warm and practically the consistency of syrup. Not exactly ideal for summer, but it's the beginning of February somewhere. And he's poked around enough to see all the ice cream and get an idea for what Adrian seems to like and it's the most indulgent sweet thing he knows how to make.
But there's something else that Adrian said. ]
Why would you be a placeholder for me?
[ Part of him realises it's a cruel thing to ask, but Kakyoin is a cruel person. And he wants to know. ]
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[His tone is dry, but he isn't completely convinced that Kakyoin wouldn't try one day. Not for lacking Jotaro's trust, but the sting of Sumi and Taka still remain. Trust for other people is a harder thing.]
Why do you think?
[Adrian's tone is a bit colder, more bitter.]
He used to tell me how I reminded him of you. There are differences, of course, but I think he liked the familiarity of someone who wouldn't take shit from him, would give it back just as much or more. Maybe it's something else.
But you're human. Familiar. And I have never been first in anyone's hearts, so why would that change now?
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[ It's hard not to recognise the bitterness in Alucard's tone. It's not quite the same sort of bitterness as his own, but it's close. He doesn't know whether he wants to try to goad him or mollify him.
Jotaro loved someone because they were like him. That's- something to consider. Something that moves him feel like the crystal that is his insides has broken and all the jagged edges dug into the parts of him that still bleed. ]
I don't intend to interfere, if you were worried about that. If you hurt him, I'll- [ He sips the hot chocolate. It's a deliberate dramatic pause. ] -ask you to talk it out. Look for a couple's therapist, probably.
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[but hey we won't talk about Trevor Belmont because that'd be weird on multiple levels so]
If Jojo asked me to leave him be so he could be with you, I would let him. I would hate it with every bit of my being, but I would do it.
And I would never hurt him. So you won't need to be particularly concerned about that.
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[ He does. He wants it desperately, except for how doing that would make Jotaro a different person. He'd be the kind of person who just threw people away. And then he wouldn't be Jotaro. He doesn't want Jotaro to be the kind of asshole who'd discard someone for him. He's that kind of asshole. Jotaro needs to be the good one. ]
My standards aren't that low, you know.
[ Kakyoin you wanted to date Dio your standards are so low they've tunneled to the Lunatian version of Australia. ]
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I would have no idea about your standards, really. Other than you're a bit of a shit, a painter, and you make excellent hot cocoa.
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[ He grumbles a little more under his breath about this hypothetical not-Jotaro who'd do this, and how much he wants that, and how little he wants that. ]
I'm not going to- I tried to fuck with you both before. That's why I went for the payne's grey. It was the one you used most in the painting at his place. And it felt like shit, and I'm not going to do it again. He's not going to just decide he wants rid of you. And I'm not going to get between you because I don't like feeling like that.
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[It's still a bit odd that Jotaro is his exact height, honestly.]
He likes the ocean, so I try to make things he might enjoy. And he told me to paint more. [Though he should do more for himself, but it's still a struggle sometimes to be motivated for more than that.] I know he won't make that choice. Don't misunderstand.
If I may, what did you hope to accomplish by sending Hieorphant here?
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At first? I- don't really know. I wanted to make sure he was safe, when he came here, because until two weeks ago going anywhere alone was suicide and it's different here but it's still difficult. I think I wanted to know what kind of person he liked. I was angry. I don't know what I was angry at, but I decided it was you because you were there and I thought you couldn't see me. You were convenient.
Then I started coming here because I needed to be somewhere else. My head's all messed up but if I act like something's wrong, it'll fuck with him. I just- had a place here, by then. So I came here.
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You still have a place, if you want. I didn't mind the company particularly, and Trevor certainly likes Hieorphant.
But if you come in person again, I think I might prefer you have a key first. [He says it wryly.] Hierophant makes a lock pointless, but I'd rather know it was you first. Or I might burst out from the shower again and make a fool of myself.
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[ He sighs as if it's particularly troublesome to carry things in his pockets. ]
I'll just shout to let you know I'm arriving. It's- more comfortable to be Hierophant right now anyway. I just came in person today because Hierophant doesn't like talking.
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