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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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[ well this may or may not go through in time but there's a reply nonetheless-- ]

Josuke, don't you dare go out there. If you get yourself killed I don't know what we're going to do. Stay home.

evening of the 15th

[pomaded]

you were right i'm sorry

i'm coming over for a bit is that ok

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Oh God, get here and come up to the bedroom.

What did you do.

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ok bringing cats. might be a little longer than usual don't want to take bike right now

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That's fine. I will tidy up the room you have been using when you stay over. That's where I'll be so take your time.

Just be careful.

[ And now he has dusting and straightening to do--... And worrying. ]

[pomaded]

[The first thing Josuke does when he gets in is take his shoes off, open the carrier to let Hot Space out and relocate Money from the front of his shirt to the floor. Though he's made a weak attempt to look presentable- his hair has been washed but brushed back and secured with a headband that makes him feel uncomfortably like his mother- he couldn't do much about the bruises trailing down one side of his face like blue-black ink or the bags under his eyes.

The next is to make his way over to his room and tentatively push the door open.]

Rohan? You here?

[Why is it that he'd rather speak to Rohan than Jotaro? Fuck. This is weird.]

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[ Rohan perks before he even sees or hears Josuke, swinging his tail out of the way of the door while he adjusts a picture frame over the head of the bed. What he sees isn't at all what he expected and his eyes go wide and his lips press into an awkward frown. ]

What did you do? Every time I see you lately, you're a disaster. [ He means it half-joking because he is still very concerned about Josuke making a safe landing somewhere that isn't the floor. To the point where his tail slips back around and up just to pat his lower back and guide him bed-ward. ]

Do I need to patch up anything-- [ Getting very Mom over here, he stops. ] Josuke?

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[It's surreal- not necessarily because of how quickly Rohan snaps into action but because of the expression he takes on as he hurries over. For just a moment, he suddenly seems more like a gently scolding parent or older sibling than Rohan Kishibe.

But he smiles in spite of himself, nudging the tail patting his back aside so that he can head over to the bed of his own accord. He's walking and talking just fine- it's just the emotional wounds that might take some time to heal up.]

I'm fine. Nothing's leaking or about to fall off just yet, nurse. [Carefully so as not to make his stiff muscles work too hard, he perches on the edge of the bed.] I think the worst was over when I fucking died.

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[ oh that's CHEERFUL. ]

You what-- [ Rohan HUFFS very loudly in a horse-snort more than a snake hiss. ]

Who the HELL killed you? I mean, I'm glad you're okay NOW but...!

[ he has a list of suspects but he probably isn't right. ]

Just sit down and tell me what happened, okay? Do you want-- [ He is catching himself being helpful. Not sure he likes it. ] Water. Do you want... Water. I have wine too.

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[Okay, so he nearly gave him a heart attack but it's best to just get it all out in the open and out of the way.]

One of your guys. [His nose crinkles in thought as he thinks back to the fight itself. The first things to come to mind, drawing a light since, are memories of the pain and the taste of blood but he can see both the man's face and monstrous body clearly through it.] Giant spider asshole- I think his name's AM?

[At least his fussing draws a laugh out of him and, with a weak grin, Josuke catches his arm.]

Quit it. You're starting to worry me now, Rohan, just sit down. I'm fine.