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[dualisa]

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❝      you still haven’t told jojo or holy about the trick i taught you    —— -    HAVE  YOU ?      ❞

[cheriiakimoved]

           living in the bustling city of tokyo, kakyoin was used to the            noise. honking cars, noisy people, howling cats and dogs            that now and then kept him up at night. within the city, there            was not a single place where not a single noise couldn’t be            heard, except for perhaps his own apartment. it blocked out            most of the noise from outside luckily, but to say he lived in            a quiet area would be a lie.

           it was when he woke one morning, in the remotely located            morioh grand hotel however, that it wasn’t some loud noise            from outside that woke him. instead, chirping from outside            could be heard, a sound he had never actually heard before.            it was so quiet outside, he noted, and it was such a simple            thing, but it fascinated him greatly.

           ❛  jotaro, have you noticed? you can hear birds tweeting            out here. i knew morioh was smaller than s-city, but i didn’t            think it’d be such a quiet place ——  ❜

     @kujostaro​

[kiryujin-blog]

“just sit down and let me take care of you.” bet he's p good w/ first aid by now ^_^

suffice it to say, he's had worse. objectively speaking. he's found solace in thinking the best of his situation where death was a possibility all too pressing, all too real. the words set him at ease and he levels his gaze with that of jotaro's face - not the slightest twitch as he sets to work on the knife wound sustained just hours prior. he's convinced it's superficial for the pain is more a nuisance than it is anything outright damaging. he finds himself on the verge of speaking it into their comfortable silence. i've had worse. but he is more intent to study the furrow of the other man's brow. he's concentrating, precise and efficient with the application of the gauze. he hadn't noticed the sting of peroxide but is certain he's already completed such a step.

maybe it's the way he said it - the care the man takes in tending to him that has set him into a state of peace. it's increasingly difficult for him to tear his eyes away for the sake of modesty made worse by the unadulterated flushing to follow. he isn't used to it by any leap nor bound; he isn't used to being spoken to or treated in such a way. he mumbles, eyes finally closing under the weight of it all.  ❝ yare yare. . . ❞

[svnthstnd-blog]

   SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE,  she mused. Even after over a decade later, he still manages to neglect his health. Not that she couldn’t relate; soon it’ll be about 36 hours since she last slept. She didn’t need to be told how he got the wound on his side ━ he found trouble. Just like old times.

   Before she gives him an answer, she downs the last of her  VENTI  espresso, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

   ❝ Yes, ❞  She confirms, a twinge of humor in her voice.  ❝ Judging by the size of that stain, it'll need to be dressed. I have antibiotics and bandages in my car if you need them. ❞

Continued | @kujostaro

[kiryujin-blog]

❝ you’re very talented. ❞ modesty is of his strongest suits. though it is quite difficult to glean much from his expression alone, he makes up for it through the language of his body. tentative is the hand that reaches for the microphone, his intentions nothing more than to set it aside neatly for the next patron.  ❝ but i think we've sang enough for tonight. ❞ / @kujostaro.

[zawarudou-blog]

hol horse smacks it yknow like in football ^_^ very heterosexual

*twirls hair and dramatically flops into bed, his legs kicking.* do you think he’d really smack my ass? u__u ?