[ Those few seconds are all that Rohan needs to stay raveled together. His unoccupied hand has found a spot on a far side of Jotaro's chest near on of his shoulders if not only to have it somewhere that isn't hanging awkwardly at his side. It gives him something to brace against when he steals a nuzzle against Jotaro's mouth that might have clanged their teeth into each other if he hadn't drawn away.

Done and done.

His chest swells with a breathy sigh-- ]

Good. Thank you. [ For what? Well, he's not gonna say because he's not supposed to ask either. Another time. Make it teaser. Rohan likes hearing himself talk but he is at a loss for too much to say. ]

I need to... [ UH... His tail lets go of the gargoyle's ankle and his eyes dart to his side table across the way behind Jotaro's shoulder where a book sits. His gaze flickers back to meet the other man's. ] ... Draw. Just for a little while.

[ For the first time in what might have been the past hour, Rohan shifts to start climbing his way out of Jotaro's lap and onto his blankets. The smooth sliding of his scales pauses once or twice in reluctance. He knows where he wants to go and there is no stopping him, but he isn't going to look hasty. ]

I will come back out when I'm done. I need to finish Miss Hiiragi's portrait. [ He is already making the reach for his book and the pen beside it. ]

Privacy, please. Jotaro.

[ It's demanding in 'The Rohan Way' that is so well-known around here. Not rude, but telling that he needs a little bit to get readjusted. This is quite honestly not awkward at all.

If it were awkward, he'd be more caustic about it. ]