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[scarymonstered]

Well, I hope that we don’t get a lot! After all, I still need to go shopping…

..

And I didn’t introduce myself earlier - I’m Jonathan Joestar, nice to meet you!

[barefootloafers]

Same here. Mom's probably gonna wanna drag me out to go shopping, too... what a pain...

--??

Joestar... well, my name's Jotaro Kujo. Your name sounds really familiar.

[scarymonstered]

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Ah, hello!

Sure is snowy outside, isn’t it?

[barefootloafers]

...

Sure is. It's cold as tits outside, I'd say. Dunno how much snow we're gonna get, though.

[hemivorous-blog]

[He stares at her. Yes, he understands that its hot and its best to strip (despite that he is fully clothed) but why in the middle of the floor - ? He could have easily tripped over he if he hadn’t have heard her as his feet are uncooridinated as they are.]

[And with that aside, this is all incredibly lewd.]

I… I suppose so? I could fan you off if you wanted me to.

[barefootloafers]

[She doesn't even notice that he's staring, stretching out and sitting up, hair falling out of her braid in a few places. Stretching her arms high above her head, she shifts around, working out the kinks in her back as she turns to face him, rubbing her neck.]

Wouldn't that make you hot, though? I mean, it'd cool me off, but it wouldn't do much for you.

... do you think there's a pool or a lake nearby or something? Maybe we could jump in.

[barefootloafers]

cherrylicked liked your post:[Look who’s just casually laying around in her...

[Doesn't even care that he's in the room, or that she's in a relative state of undress. She just casually lifts her hand up from where she's sprawled out on the floor and waves.]

Yo, Kakyoin. How're you holding up? It's pretty fucking hot out, isn't it?

[barefootloafers]

how does your arm feel?

... huh?

What the fuck are you... oh, wait, I remember. That asshole DIO did something weird to it...

The burn's healed up for the most part, but it still looks pretty fucked up if you look at it long enough.

[barefootloafers]

[Look who's just casually laying around in her underwear like a pig.]

[hemivorous-blog]

[For a moment or so, he’s bewildered by her reaction - it’s almost - almost lewd but being the deeply isolated man he is. - He barely notices.]

Star platinum? What’s that?

[He tilts his head to the side and leans over her shoulder as his claws carefully begin to braid and mess with her locks that he seemingly could not get enough of.]

[And every so often, he leans over her shoulder as his tongue strikes out at the basket to catch his prey like flies on a hunting trip. And amusingly enough, to him, each strike sets his tongue is dangerously close to her ear and trick. But to him? A bit of fun.]

[barefootloafers]

Star Platinum's my Stand. I don't think demons have them. It's like a manifestation of my fighting spirit. Mine's a big purple punch man.

[Her face is sinfully red, pursing her lips and averting her gaze as he plays with her hair. Her fingers tighten around the basket, trying to stay steady on her feet.]

[--oh. That tongue is definitely very, very close to her ear. A little squeak rises from the back of her throat in reaction.]

[hemivorous-blog]

[Her reaction gets the best of him, he beams and claps his hands together. as he was expecting her to be more disgusted and taking the golden chance -  he gladly repeats his behavior and gives a brief “rero” before hungrily devouring them with a clearly audible gulp.]

[レロレロレロレ]

I apologize for the state of my tongue, you see it’s made that way so I can easily pick fruit and sap from trees… It’s very dexterous and useful, almost like another arm.

And of course I’d love to braid your hair. because, well you know how much I do enjoy doing so.

[barefootloafers]

[OH NO.]

[As if almost doing the thing wasn't enough; no, he actually just went and did it. She's caught staring, it seems, and she's quickly turning her head away, clearing her throat noisily.]

Sh-Shut up, don't apologize for something like that. It's... I think it's kind of interesting. If it's like another arm, it's a lot like Star Platinum is for me. Except he's not really a part of my physical body, but... y'know.

--ah, good. I don't think I'd mind letting you play with it however you wanted, either.

[hemivorous-blog]

[He smiles smugly, and as she pulls her hat down the predator makes his move. Lips parting just by a slight crack, a tongue representing that of a chameleon with a pricked, textured tip zips out and tangles around the chosen cherry - and before himself can can register the move he just took - the cherry is swallowed with an audible gulp and he’s resuming the conversation.]

Please, there must be something.

[barefootloafers]

[Holy shit.]

[That's--he did it. He sort of did the thing. Of course, it was a bit odder, seeing such a long, serpentine tongue dart out and take hold of one of those cherries and just swallow it like it was no big deal. But... it was almost as amazing as the thing.]

... n-no, really, I... just being able to stay here with you is fine. I mean, well, if... you didn't mind, maybe you could, uh... braid my hair more often...? I like it when you do it.

[hemivorous-blog]

Oh god lord.

[He takes that basket from her and stumbles on his feet, his once bright orbs look as if he had seen God and possibly much, much more beyond human comprehension. Pale and white and seeking a redemption that cannot be found.]

[And with a jump start, his functions rewind and he returns to his usual self.]

Is… Is there anyway I could thank you? Words are not enough.

[barefootloafers]

...!!

[That look on his face is far too much. Of course, she knew that he must have loved cherries; hers did, too. She had always wondered what the reaction would've been if she'd done something like this; now that she knows, she can't keep the flush from lighting up her face.]

... you don't have to thank me, really. I was happy to do it. I can... it's easy for me to pick cherries like this, so I can just... do it as often as you want.

... the look on your face makes it all worth it, really...

[hemivorous-blog]

The thickest of heads.

[He reaches down to pet her on the hat, as much as he wants to remove that hat of hers - he simply cannot.]

Any fruits would be nice, but cherries are the nicest.

[barefootloafers]

Am not.

[She grumbles, turning her head away from him and pulling her hat down over her face. Snorting, she nods and walks out briskly.]

[Several muffled ORAs later, she walks back in, carrying a rather large basket filled with thousands upon thousands of cherries.]

Here.

[hemivorous-blog]

Jotaro, get it through that thick head of yours that you’re not a bother to me.

But if you truly feel that way, you could always go outside and pick some fruit for me… But I’m not forcing you.

[barefootloafers]

... 'm not that thick-headed.

And yeah, I can do that. I could probably get a lot for you, if I used Star Platinum. What kind do you need?

[hemivorous-blog]

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Good morning, Jotaro.

[barefootloafers]

Oh, hey... morning, Kakyoin.

... sorry I keep crashing here so often. If I'm bothering you, just let me know.

[barefootloafers]

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Please, you’re not overstating your welcome at all.

Well... as long as you're sure...

I mean, I don't wanna be a freeloader or anything.

[barefootloafers]

[hemivorous-blog]

… W-well anyone can get sick.

[He flinches at the touch and trips on his words, dabbing at his words - he decides to stay quiet as his tail loosens considerably.]

[barefootloafers]

... you seem less sick, and... well, more flustered.

[She gets down on her knees and turns his face towards hers, eyebrows knitted slightly in worry as she tries to put together what, exactly, was wrong with him. Some of her hair falls into his face, which she's quick to brush away.]

Do you think maybe laying down would help? Preferably on the bed or something, though. Lying on the floor probably won't help.

[hemivorous-blog]

I-I think. I feel so strange.

[He rolls around on the ground, wingspan flaring out and in out of despair. Legs kicking and dexterous claws sprawling outward - his tail coils around her ankle and pulls taut.]

Like a fever?

[barefootloafers]

A fever?

[She jerks a little when his tail wraps around her ankle, unintentionally taking a step closer to him. Sighing, she crouches down at his side and leans over to look him in the face. Reaching out, she brushes her hand against his forehead.]

... could be, but I'm not sure. Can demons even get sick?