manuscripture: (✒ ᴀ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴏғ ғᴏᴜʀ.)
ʀᴏʜᴀɴ ᴋɪsʜɪʙᴇ. ([personal profile] manuscripture) wrote 2017-04-17 09:23 pm (UTC)

[ NOBODY TOUCHES HIS JEWELRY BUT HIM. That curdles his milk, it does. He squints... And then he sighs. ]

If it's so important, you can tell me while I work. Come along.

[ Letting her into his LAIR is a Big Miss Steak in some regard but he'll have something to do. In complete silence, he takes her through the castle and up into the highest room in the tallest tower which has a nice view of scenic Nothing out the window. His room itself is on point-- clean and smelling of perfume and setting powder. His walls sport artwork in frames ranging from scenery to a more personal one of himself and Jotaro framed and set on the vanity which is piled high with tiered boxes containing, well, everything he puts on his face. No one needs to know how he tricks them into thinking he has eyebrows.

Hooks around the mirror showcase jewelry made of bones, scales, and actual jewels in all colors. A wardrobe sits near it. On his pile of quilts, the rest of his collection sits. ]
Sit wherever. [ He tells her before slithering back onto his "bed" and working at that bone necklace again with its matching earrings. ]

What was so desperately important?

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