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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

[manuscripture]

Ironically, I did not. The only thing I asked for was to have Jotaro protected.

The rest was a perk. [ sorry kara ] Does it bother you?

[karappo]

I...do not know? I mean...I am not the one who is immortal.

[It's...weird. You can't really die forever here anyway, so that's...kindof like immortality, isn't it? He's not really sure.]

Are you okay with it?

[manuscripture]

I'm fine with it because I can make sure the people I care about remain unharmed...

[ He takes an inhale. ] I know that it's a Catch 22.

I won't let anything happen to you either.

[karappo]

[Karamatsu opens his mouth, then closes it again for a moment.]

Thank you...I appreciate that. I am hoping that I will not have any more reasons to need to be protected for a while.

[He's so tired yall.]

[manuscripture]

You should rest. So should I...

[ Rohan rounds it out by coiling into the quilt pile and more or less patting some spot in his coils to coax Karamatsu into staying. ]

Come along. Nap. [ He sets his head down on his hands, closing his eyes. ]

[karappo]

[Oh.

o-oh...]

...really?

[manuscripture]

[ Rohan's starting to check out here, nodding with a little hum on his lips. ]

We need to relax. Just... Thank you... [ a snore and a tiny hiss-- and again. ]

[karappo]

[...aaand he's asleep. Or, pretty much nearly there, it seems. Hissing while he snores...

Karamatsu's claws tippa-tap against the floor as he cautiously approaches Rohan's coils, looking his long body over. He'd be a filthy liar if he said he wasn't...hesitant, but didn't Rohan just say he'd protect him?

Even after everything he's been through, Karamatsu wants to believe that. He does believe it.

So he moves close enough to carefully lean himself up against Rohan's coils, only to find that he doesn't really want to sit directly on the cold hard floor and winds up sinking back into them instead. A little awkward, but now he's here and...mm.

It's not so bad. Maybe he can sleep for just a little while.]