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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]

Yeah...yeah, me too.

[He ducks his head briefly, swallowing hard like he's trying to clear his throat, and ends up with his gaze drifting from the bucket to Rohan's coils to his own messy clothes to the floor. Low, always low, that's where his gaze stays.

But then — ]

Can you...um. W-With your coils. Like you do when I'm...carrying you, will you...

[Physical security. Tangible affection. These are the things he's going to ask for.]

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[ Jotaro is very good at being direct. Unsure, stilted requests are not what Rohan is used to. He isn't in any shape to be carrying him, even less so where he would take him. His brow furrows-- He... ]

Like what?

[ Snakebutt gets it before Rohan himself does. His tail end is slipping across the ground and pushing his body forward. The thicker parts near where his hips would be shift and soon enough, he is wrapped (albeit awkwardly position-wise) about Jotaro's waist. It is sort of sitting in his lap, but sort of hugging him with enough of his body that he isn't pinning his wings or his arms.

It's a hug. That's what it is. A full-body hug. Wrapped around him like heavy, heavy piles of ribbon. Enough of him trails loosely to the side. He never used to be this long. ]

This? [ His hands find Jotaro's face again, without the rag or any water this time. His palms are already so warm from being everywhere else, they rest gently on his cheeks with one higher than the other. His lips find his forehead against his better judgment to press one kiss there. Two. Three.

This? How about this? ]

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...That. Yeah. That.

[By all rights, he should be terrified of that. He's wrapped in coil after coil of an anaconda-like grip, caught and to some degree immobilized. The gargoyle certainly doesn't like it, the lack of freedom, the constriction. On some level even the human in him finds it unsettling, the combination of the loss of freedom and the potential for injury at the mercy of someone else.

But the predominant part of him, the one that matters right now, is the one that's so tired and sick and done, and that's the part that finds security in this. He's not going anywhere. He has nowhere to go. He doesn't have to do anything, and he's not alone.

Symbiotes, he thinks hazily as his eyes start to close, as Rohan holds his face and presses kisses to his forehead that never once bring with them the scrape of fangs — symbiotic relationships are interconnected ones, tangled up like the two of them are now. This one is mutualism, where everyone benefits.

That's not so bad, he muses sleepily. His mother's Stand was a parasite. The other way is...so much better.]

M'tired. S'good.

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[ The human in him finds it unsettling too. This is how he kills people. He breaks all of their bones, turning them to ragdolls by the time he lets them go. This is a different animal, firm but gentle. Warm. He's safe. He keeps fluttering kisses all over Jotaro's forehead and to the bridge of his nose where he stops. ]

Get some sleep. [ On the floor. Sitting up. Sure...? ] Rest now. [ He doesn't speak like this to people. His voice is devoid of crassness, softly instructing him to recharge. If he hasn't noticed already, he will definitely notice in the morning that Rohan's pattern has indeed changed-- almost all place with uneven white diamond shapes up and down his arms to his tail. It's different from his jailbird stripes and might be a stress thing. He's not really proud of it. Being close has him more comfortable no matter what. ]

I'll stay awake for a little bit. You just sleep, okay? I--... [ He stops abruptly. Sighing: ] Goodnight.

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Mmmn. Nnnwait.

[He hooks one arm free, half-blindly reaching up and seeking by touch until he finds the back of Rohan's neck; with light pressure, he moves him back down within reach and steals a kiss of his own — equally light and fluttering, but at the very least a proper one, pressed faintly against the mouth.

Then and only then does he relent, shifting around just enough to get comfortable before letting himself go lax, with a full stomach and a blank mind and the security of knowing that he's not alone wrapped all around him in thick sleek coils.]

'Night.

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[ Boy, does he feel like he earned this. A kiss on the mouth he tried for days ago but didn't get until now after they both went through an Event. Thank God. He does no gloating and reciprocates with the faintest of leans.

They tried for it earlier and it had been too soon. This worked. This made him relax and after a little while shut his eyes. His new bed was nice but this was much, much better. Per usual, Rohan's chin finds one of the gargoyle's shoulder, settling there and puffing cool air against his neck for the rest of the night.

... They could scrape the rest of the blood off in the morning. ]