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[manuscripture]

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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! ))

Comments

[starmark]

...It's the first time we went to the beach...

[He's all but gawking openly as he leans in to peer at the painting, eyes darting back and forth along the clean, minimalist lines, automatically drawn to the purple and the way it guides the gaze around the page with its contrast of color next to all the black and white.

It's somehow quintessentially Rohan, this art. It's not typical, and it's not usual. It's different and shocking and daring — really, it's almost like the lines themselves are daring the viewer to challenge their artistic aesthetic. But there it is, white and black and purple, and he thinks — ]

It's you. You, in the image of the beach. Black and white scales, and purple when you're happy...

[He breathes in slowly, his satisfaction faint and audible.]

You painted a feeling, into the scene you put on the canvas.

[manuscripture]

[ He draws up his shoulders in proud regard, inwardly preening at the appraisal. His lips pull up and out flies a 'hmph~' of approval. ]

You know that I can't just put anything on a canvas or a page without something between the lines. I wanted it to be a bit more abstract or symbolic in its portrayal.

I didn't think that sprawling us across the damn thing was tasteful. I wanted it to be subtle. [ A little gesture with his hand flutters the ribbon'y fins on his forearm. ]

Like us. For a long time. You know...?

That doesn't sound gross, does it?

[starmark]

It doesn't sound gross. It sounds like us.

[THAT LOGIC HOLDS UP A LOT LESS STRONGLY WHEN YOU CONSIDER THAT YOU, IN FACT, ARE GROSS, JOTARO.

BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT.]

I'll never get over how you do this. Just...take an idea, or a feeling, or a viewpoint, or something. And make it into an image on a canvas.

[manuscripture]

[ I DUNNO JOTARO YOU'RE PRETTY GROSS

Still, Rohan smiles among all the preening, stopping in the middle to smile at him. ]

I worked a long time to get to where I am. Contrary to popular belief I didn't fall out being able to draw. I have learned introspection in lieu of my preference toward reality.

This is a meld of both. A feeling and the reality of it. I love you, Jotaro. You are the only person I can say such a thing to, and I think that is why you deserve the most quality product to look at every day.

[ He purses his lips. That all came out at once. ]

I like having something and someone to be proud of. The only thing I have ever wanted in life is to have people enjoy my work. You enjoy it more than anybody... That is a self-actualization goal for me.

Thank you for the privilege.