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[ Somewhere around town-- at the bookstore, the Tomoe-Kaname Bakery, attached to posts and notice boards --you find a small white notecard. On it is printed a little message and some numbers in ornate lettering. If you look closely, it reads the following: ]

Rohan Kishibe, Mangaka & Visual Artist
Owner Pro Tempore of Ebony Threads Tailor Shop
Highly Experienced.
Commissions & Advertising For Hire
Pay Negotiable.
Contact At: 512.66.730.91 for inquiries
Castle Lüvchaque - Directly North of Bavan per appointment ONLY.

(( feel free to use this as an action-based prompt too. any random interactions will MOST LIKELY take place in the form of walk-ins at the tailor shop unless it's pre-planned. just drop a starter in here! ))

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[starmark]

[This looks so much more awkward than it actually is, but here he goes, getting back into his pants and actually looking reasonably satisfied with himself for being called on his smartassery.

Once that's completed, though, he decides to make himself useful by getting out of the way of Rohan's bustling, which makes him decide to head for the doors to idle there until his roommate (guy...person...friend...we kissed...thing) is done with everything he's doing.

It's only when he gets there that he notices something he hadn't before, what with all the banter and commotion of his arrival: the two paintings hanging close by, one of a koi fish mermaid that he's sure he's seen and complimented before when it was in its middle stages, and the other —

...Oh.]

[manuscripture]

[ Jotaro's now-clothed gawking has Rohan wrinkling up his nose in the way he just DOES when something isn't quite going his way. He is clearly not the one being stared at-- ]

What are you doing?

[ He looks up and sees his two paintings over the desk, somewhat framing himself as the middle piece with them on either side. He forgets that he put them there sometimes despite being arguably his best pieces. ]

What do you think of those?

[ He's also forgotten that the one of Jotaro is one that he sort of discreetly worked on and then hid around the house to make it not look like an Ode to Thirst during its creation. ]

I couldn't think of anywhere better to put them to keep them safe.

[starmark]

I don't remember seeing this one.

[Him and Vietnam. When she'd disappeared Rohan had been all but beside himself with his emotions, sad and listless with no answers in sight. And here is a painting of himself, on the same level as her — the same status, the same reverence.

It goes without saying that the art itself is breathtaking. What's moreso is that now he has understanding to tie into it — a concrete example in practice of Rohan's feelings expressed through his art instead of his words.]

I think I remember telling you the first time I saw this one of her, that you made it look like she really was frozen in time. That that's what it looks like, when everything stops and you're the only one who can see it.

I...didn't realize. That...that this is how I look to other people. Maybe. That it's...this.

[He motions faintly at the painting of himself.]

I never see...this. I'm glad you do. Glad I've gotten to now, too, for a little while.

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[ He looks at Jotaro and then back at the paintings. Back to Jotaro again. The conversation about the one of Vietnam is one he remembers quite clearly. It had been a struggle to capture everything he needed but the dim lighting catches flecks of gold leaf set into her eyes. There is the same gleam in Jotaro's but in another color which glazes his scales under simulated painted moonlight. ]

I've been seeing it since the day I had to carve your skin off when you transformed. [ And ruined the couch. ] You need to be reminded not to forget certain things a lot. I don't embellish when it comes to seeing actual beauty. You know that. [ Not to mention that both of these pieces are on the same level and depict arguably the most important people he has met here. ]

You should see it more often. [ He waits for a beat before shutting the light off, leaving his eyes glowing a little path toward the door. ]

Fly me home, will you?

[starmark]

That sounded cute. Are you really that fine with sounding cute?

["Fly me home, will you", while he slithers away with his eyes glowing, while the room ends up in darkness that does absolutely nothing to inhibit his gargoyle's sight in the first place. It's like something out of a movie. Maybe that's fitting, because a lot of this is starting to feel a little bit surreal, like a dream, like he almost can't believe it's happening.

But he follows, drawing his wings in close to avoid knocking into anything with them, and yet already anticipating being outside where he can stretch them wide and put them to their proper use once again.]

C'mon. I'll get you home.

feel free to close it up here if you want!

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[ ughGh. If the last half of this exchange hadn't been cheesy enough. He just had to--

The path of light narrows, squinting when he turns around. ]

Don't make it a thing. [ Pointed remark being lobbed in Jotaro's direction upon being asked if he wants to intentionally sound cute. Despite all that, he is already making short work of 'hopping into Jotaro's arms' by which it means that he is finding places to put his tail and cling to him. ]

Be happy that I want to fly and that I won't complain about it.

[ FOR NOW... ]

all set!

[starmark]

Hah. All right, that's fair enough.

[And as Rohan is clambering up into what's been rapidly becoming his usual spot, Jotaro is already shifting to accommodate him as always.

Once they're all secure, and the tailor shop is locked and dark and silent, he bends and springs into the air, and they begin winging their way toward home.

Not a bad night out, all told.

(Even if he was rendered pantsless for a fair portion of it.) ]