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he’d given up on eyeing his watch at that point , wondering if his juniour would ever show up . myriad thoughts phased through his mind ————— perhaps he was in danger , or even ran into the killer himself , or befell some other decent excuse for standing up an appointment with an informant of kakyoin’s caliber . the redhead is not one to flaunt his abilities , nor to allow them to swell his head , but he’s confident enough to be well - aware that he has far better uses for his precious time than waiting on someone , and to give him prompting for his first mission , at that . the audacity .
since he & jotaro’s arrival ( and days before then , even ) kakyoin had taken it upon himself to dive headfirst into examining every sliver of information regarding morioh that so much as looked as though it could be of use to the mysterious happenings there . murderous stand users seem to come in packages there , especially as of late ; but the discovery that many of the bizarre killings could be linked & potentially traced to the same culprit had come through his own research . neither kakyoin nor his seniors can determine with certainty whether or not the killer has a stand just yet , but intuition has never led the redhead astray ; especially when it’s backed by so much evidence . what the hell else could it be ?? we just need to catch the bastard in the act . i’d kill him myself if the opportunity so much as dawned on me …
“ was that an apology ?? ” a vermillion brow forms a challenging arch , the shorter man’s arms folding over his chest in a clear depiction of his irritation concerning this little mishap , “ because it wasn’t a good one . but at least you had the decency to show up after all … i don’t have all the time in the world , so do try to be punctual next time we meet . ” a polished hand raises to smooth meticulously styled tresses away from his face , then carefully removes the impenetrable black shades that obscured scarred , lavender eyes . he notes the other man’s impressive stature , but has no qualms about having to look up at him . for one , he’s used to it , after spending so much time with jotaro over the past ten years , but kakyoin noriaki wouldn’t ever allow a man to make a mouse of him , no matter how large he is .
angular eyewear is tucked into a breastpocket , the older man seizing a brief moment to look the other up & down , noticing the vinelike structure clinging to his arm , before it quickly fades . must be a stand . withal , with a build like that , no doubt he’s related to jotaro .
“ don’t make the mistake of thinking that i’ll cut you any slack because you’re my boyfriend’s brother , ” kakyoin sighs , shifting his weight & perching a hand on his hip . whether or not jotaro made joseph aware of their relationship status evades the redhead , but it isn’t as though it matters much , anyway . he seems to be aware of their closeness to one another , to some extent . “ now , kujo - kun , we’ve still got business to take care of . regardless , i’m glad to see you made it to morioh safely . ”
“Yare yare, you think I want you to cut me any slack?”
Field Agent Kujo--for that was who he had to be when he was on the job, had to be as much like his brother as possible--internally groans. Kakyoin is dating his older brother, he’s been aware of that relationship status since it became a thing, he knows damn well that the older man won’t ever be impressed with whatever pathetic attempts at intimidation he can come up with. His informant has lived with the real thing for years.
In truth, he barely even knows why he got assigned here. Most of what he knows is that the Foundation told him Field Agent Kujo, you’re getting on this plane in an hour, and he got on the plane yesterday. It’s a strange experience not having his team with him. Going solo is literally above his pay grade until he’s been a field agent for four years. (Caesar should be here. He thinks this situation would be easier to handle with his best friend awake and at his side.
He takes a step forward with his cane, custom-made and built to his size, trying his best to pass it off as an affectation. A weapon of choice he carries around with him in case he needs to get into a fight and channel hamon through it. But he needs it due to his prosthetic leg. As well as the leg he got from the Speedwagon Foundation functions, and as identical the range of motion he has from last year is, sustained periods of activity can make his leg hurt. Running around always makes his leg hurt.
“Kakyoin-san. Where are we going? Please lead the way. You are the senior agent on this mission, and I defer to your expertise.”
