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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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I would like to hear it, Jotaro.

[starmark]

okay

just us?

[manuscripture]

Just us.

I'm in my room.

[starmark]

I'll be there soon.

[AND OFF HE GOES.]

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[ Make that a cue for a sign-off and Rohan sliiiiding his laptop to the far side of his literal Floor Blanket Bed Monstrosity that has evolved since they moved in. Ten thousand blankets and there is a very obvious dent in the middle where he sleeps under most of them.

He burrows.

He literally burrows. Ain't that precious?

By the time he hears anything resembling coming to his doorway, Rohan has his chin on his hands... Comfortable and placid. ]

It's unlocked.

[starmark]

[And indeed, in wanders Jotaro, wearing a set of worn-in sweats that have become his around-the-house comfortable clothes and brandishing his acoustic guitar with a vaguely eager look on his face.]

Hi.

[...]

You look comfortable.

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[ He picks up his head, tilting it. ]

I am. You came to play me something?

[ Even he looks excited to listen-- his swishing tail gives him away. W i g g l e. ]

[starmark]

[THE TELLTALE TAIL]

I did. Where do you want me to sit?

[He glances around elaborately, looking for a comfortable and unoccupied space to settle in.]

[manuscripture]

[ Well he can't stuff it under a floorboard ok ]

The bed is fine. There's plenty of room. I don't keep chairs around...

Let me be the judge of "Kallisti".

[starmark]

All right. Settle in, then.

[He heads over to the bed, sitting down and making himself comfortable before bringing his guitar into position. When he begins to play, the notes start out slow and almost on the verge of uncertain at first, but then pick up into something smoother the longer he goes on.]

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[ Rohan sets his head back down again. The fumbly notes keep him from shutting his eyes all the way, but they fall half-lidded and then all the way when the melody grows smoother and begins to float rather than jostle on the air.

The song itself isn't what he had expected. The name held a different weight than what he was presented with. Not for the worse either. It's enough that he might begin to drift off, but his sensitive ears prevent that. Rohan may look like he is asleep.

Snakebutt is still idly swishing in-time; a little smile curls at his lips. He waits for it to end... ]

[starmark]

[It does, eventually; the other thing that's slightly off about the tune is the pacing, as though he doesn't quite have the natural gift of knowing how to bring it to a smooth and neat end and so he draws it out just a little bit too long. He used to do that, didn't he, when he was first learning to play and all he could manage were a handful of chords, and yet his dad would make them sound like the backbone of a duet just from his own expertise — he'd always come close to playing one measure too many, wouldn't feel the conclusion the way his father ever did.

Eventually he finds his way to it, though, and when he does he sets the guitar aside fully, lounging back onto his side and facing Rohan to watch him while he seems to drowse.]

Your tail makes a good metronome.

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[ The naga opens one eye by the time the music stops and a few beats have given way to a silence. His tail stops swishing like it's been caught doing something and called out on it. ]

You have quite a talent, Jotaro. It's a pretty piece. You wrote it by yourself...?

For... Me?

[starmark]

Yeah. I mean, I didn't do it overnight or anything, it took me...a while, of figuring stuff out. I was thinking about your sketchbook, how you draw whole pictures from, just...single moments. So that's where it came from. Moments.

[He shrugs a little, watching Rohan's reaction without outright staring, calm but not overly proud.]

Then a melody came out of it. Then...it went from there.

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Music is an artform like any other.

[ He points at the guitar. ]

What moments made up this song?

[starmark]

...Hang on, I want to get way over here so you won't try to punch me when I say it.

[BECAUSE THAT'S REASSURING]

I was thinking about you playing fetch with the dog. And how he kept trying to jump on your tail.

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[ THAT'S THE MOST ROMANTIC, SONG-INSPIRING THING HE COULD COME UP WITH. ]

Are you serious? Why that?

[starmark]

[jotaro.jpg]

...

Because it made me want to laugh.

I don't mean at you, I mean just...laughter. Is what it felt like.

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[ He feels like he should be offended.

It's... Charming in a way that only Jotaro can pull off. Since murdering Kira a couple of days ago? He... Needs this. ]

You weren't even there for that. That dumb dog could have ripped me open.

What other things make you laugh? You don't do it enough.

[starmark]

You were playing with my dog. In a fucking castle that's too big for just us but we're living in it anyway. It's...nice. Like playing house, except not playing.

[The word you want, Jotaro, is "domestic", but god forbid that cursed word ever pass his saintly dragon lips.]

What things do most people laugh at? Things that are funny, I guess. When someone you don't like does something stupid...or when you're hanging out with someone you do like, I guess. Shit like that?

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I didn't fancy you the type for domesticity. [ he did it for him. ]

I can't believe you're asking me what people laugh at. They laugh at your bad jokes sometimes.

[starmark]

I didn't, either, but it's not so bad around here.

[...]

I'm just saying, I laugh at things just like anybody else would.

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You don't laugh that often, though. [ Says a person who doesn't like to laugh either. ]

It reminds me: You wrote a song about being happy after I drew a picture of you being happy.

I'm a fan of it, by the way. [ And Rohan smiles. ] I'm pleasantly surprised.

[starmark]

I like the way I —

[But then he stops, as if experiencing an odd sense of deja vu, and realizes that no, he's said almost those exact words before verbatim, and he should know better than to do it now. I like the way I look when you draw me begs the question why he doesn't like the way he looks all the other times, and no, that's not —

No, he's got a better answer than that, these days.]

I like it when you draw me. I like seeing how your talent makes me come alive on the page.

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That is the appeal of my style back at home. It's part of what made people gravitate toward my work. Because I draw from the things I see instead of all of it being artificial and manufactured.

[ Which he believes he has explained before too. ]

I'm never going to not love drawing you, Jotaro. You may not think that you are all that special sometimes, but I do.