#【 * 🍒 教皇 › ❛ 𝗱𝗼𝗰𝘂𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 / unprompted answers . 】

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It’s hard to condense your portrayal in just a few words, but I’ll try my best. Your inner inflections and writing as Kakyoin is nothing short of amazing. Every little action, dialogue, and set-up of a scene sounds exactly like some kind of scenario he’d be placed in or be able to find his way out of. I cannot wait to interact with you more to find out more about what makes him tick! ❤️

be nice to eli challenge !!

this is some of the nicest stuff anyone has ever said to me about my portrayal so i may or may not be crying in the club jcsdjsbhjfvhjf but in all seriousness, thank you!! i really try to capture the complexity of his character exactly as i see it and bring out the things that make me love him. i've studied his character very closely over the years and though i've certainly made him my own in a lot of ways, i still want it to feel like kakyoin and to be recognizable as him, so to see that you think of the way i write him as so faithful to the character we know and love really warms my heart!!

thank u so much for these sweet words omg i can't say thank you enough actually 😭😭😭 i just adore this fruity little man and i want all of you to adore him too. and i look forward to us interacting more as well uwu 🩷🩷🩷

[sacredpit]

new tag dump bc all my tags have been yeeted into the void (1/2)

VERSES:

【   *  🍒  教皇    ›    ❛   𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲  ?   /   undetermined .   】

【   *  🍒  教皇    ›    ❛   𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲  𝗶   /   post - stardust crusaders .   】

【   *  🍒  教皇    ›    ❛   𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲  𝗶𝗶   /   stardust  crusaders .   】

【   *  🍒  教皇    ›    ❛   𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲  𝗶𝗶𝗶   /   diamond  is  unbreakable .   】

【   *  🍒  教皇    ›    ❛   𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲  𝗶𝘃   /   vento  aureo   &   stone  ocean .   】

【   *  🍒  教皇    ›    ❛   𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲  𝘃   /   modern   &   university .   】

【   *  🍒  教皇    ›    ❛   𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲  𝘃𝗶   /   assassin .   】

【   *  🍒  教皇    ›    ❛   𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲  𝘃𝗶𝗶   /   kitsune .   】

WRITING:

【   *  🍒  教皇    ›    ❛   𝗱𝗼𝗰𝘂𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀   /   replies .   】

【   *  🍒  教皇    ›    ❛   𝗱𝗼𝗰𝘂𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀   /   unprompted  answers .   】

【   *  🍒  教皇    ›    ❛   𝗱𝗼𝗰𝘂𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀   /   prompted  answers .   】

【   *  🍒  教皇    ›    ❛   𝗱𝗼𝗰𝘂𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀   /   prompts .   】

【   *  🍒  教皇    ›    ❛   𝗱𝗼𝗰𝘂𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀   /   closed  starters .   】

【   *  🍒  教皇    ›    ❛   𝗱𝗼𝗰𝘂𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀   /   open  starters .   】

【   *  🍒  教皇    ›    ❛   𝗱𝗼𝗰𝘂𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀   /   headcanons   &   metadata .   】

【   *  🍒  教皇    ›    ❛   𝗱𝗼𝗰𝘂𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀   /   shitposts .   】

【   *  🍒  教皇    ›    ❛   𝗱𝗼𝗰𝘂𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀   /   dash  commentary .   】

VISUALS:

【   *  🍒  教皇    ›    ❛   𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘆   /   likeness .   】

【   *  🍒  教皇    ›    ❛   𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘆   /   hierophant  green .   】

【   *  🍒  教皇    ›    ❛   𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘆   /   aesthetics .   】

【   *  🍒  教皇    ›    ❛   𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘆   /   stardust crusaders .   】

【   *  🍒  教皇    ›    ❛   𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘆   /   miscellaneous .   】

[sacredpit]

↳               @nyo-ho-hoe​​​ wrote   :     "Hey! Hey! Hey! Look at this~" he holds his wrist out for Kakyion, turning it back and forth so he can catch both sides of his little accessory.

Its a purple, faux leather braid, with a tiny golden horse shoe dangling from it. He looks a little too happy with himself, the fondness on his face a dead giveaway for what's to come.

"Yep~ me an' Johnny just got 'em. It's like- we're best bros and we both like horses.

So I seen these in the window of some awful pink store at the mall, and I was like: "dude what if I bought us these?" As a joke! But he was actually super into it like- I barely got the receipt before he was puttin' his on! What an idiot~" his eyes stay fixed on the bracelet, probably reliving the memory in its entirety as he recounts it.

"It's not like we'll wear them all the time, can you imagine? Then again what if I see him and he doesnt have it... that would be so embarrassing. But if I take mine off and he doesnt then he might think I hate him or something... fuck I should text him and let him know I cant wear it during my labs, what if I forget it in my coat pocket and it gets lost in the wash?..." a thoughtful pause, though not nearly thoughtful enough when a few blinks brings him back to reality and a face full of Kakyion.

"Anyways, what'd you do today?"

(He really wanted to pester you 😔🤪)

                           unprompted .          /          always  accepting !

          whenever gyro wishes to subject him to something ,   especially   when the older man appears to be any extent of   excited   about it ,   kakyoin proceeds with immediate caution .   he’d learned this lesson rather quickly following the start of their living arrangement   ——   gyro zeppeli can be wildly unpredictable ,   &   though he’s generally harmless   &   far too scatterbrained to scheme up anything genuinely cataclysmic ,   underestimating the range of his chaotic nature is a fool’s mistake .   thus ,   when he hears a loud string of greetings followed by a call to action ,   the redhead seizes a necessary opportunity to brace himself before he turns around .

          he’d been in his bedroom ,   meticulously cleaning   &   organizing his supplies after a full day of painting .   he’s not sure if he likes any of what he’s produced today enough to consider inducting it into his portfolio ,   but perhaps he will video call his mother   &   request her opinion once the clock strikes an acceptable hour in japan .   nevertheless ,   he hadn’t been working on anything when the blonde had taken it upon himself to burst into his room ,   &   for that ,   he is grateful .   trying to fix a ruined piece is a greater amount of stress than any like catastrophe kakyoin can conceive .   

          upon finding that his roommate had only wished to show him a bracelet ,   perhaps obviously ,   the art student is surprised   ——   such a state of being is rendered clearly by the round fullness of violet eyes typically calm   &   slanted .   ruby - hued lashes flutter a few times ,   &   then his gaze migrates from the accessory to gyro’s amusingly   (   & ,   though he’d never give the other the pleasure of a verbal admission ,   rather cutely   )    gratified countenance .  the explanation of the bracelet’s origin clicks into place like the conclusive piece of a puzzle ,   causing a knowing air to settle over the younger man’s expression ,   sharpening his previous display of surprise into a look more conventional of him .

          “   you   &   johnny ,   huh ??   ”   he echoes the golden - tressed man ,   leaning back in his desk chair   &   crossing one leg over the other ,   causing one of his fluffy pink slippers to dangle as it slopes off the arch of his right foot .   “   what kind of   ‘ joke ’   would that have been ,   anyway ??   i don’t see what’s so funny about having matching bracelets with someone you care about .   ”   he figures it has something to do with traditional western masculinity   &   the way that being affectionate   &   sentimental is acceptable only when it’s performed as some kind of satire .   he wonders if gyro is even fully aware of the implications of that .   probably not .   “   . . .   anyway ,   that’s pretty cute ,   gyro .   the colour is very pretty ,   too .   what colour is johnny’s ??   blue ??   or ,   maybe green ??   ”   kakyoin’s personal favourite ,   secret to no one . 

          while gyro voices his various concerns about the future of his bracelet - wearing endeavours ,   kakyoin rises from his chair   &   moves over to his bed ,   straightening out the cherry - patterned duvet before plopping himself onto its plush surface .   he’s still not entirely used to sleeping so high off the ground ,   but he doesn’t dislike it by any means .   he’d almost fallen out of bed a few times ,   though .   almost .   “   why wouldn’t you wear them all the time ??  what’s the point of matching if you’re not going to wear it often ??   ”   he laughs out the question ,   trying to convey to the other how ridiculous he’s being without having to say it so explicitly .   that got old pretty quickly with gyro .   “   don’t be dense .   if he was into the idea when you bought the damned thing ,   he’s probably going to wear it all the time .   &   since you were the one that suggested it ,   it would make sense if he expected the same of you .   ”

          kakyoin had only met johnny joestar a handful of times ,   &   they have yet to actually entertain a proper conversation ,   as one of them is usually on the way out amid their encounters .   even so ,   he thinks he has a pretty decent grasp on what the other is like ,   if not by the slivers of moments spent in his presence ,   then by gyro’s constant chatter about him .   he finds himself wondering if johnny can perceive the obvious in relation to how gyro feels about him ,   &   if he’s trying to ease his   ‘ friend ’   into it .   “   just find somewhere safe to put it when you’re in the lab .   that’s what my dad does with his wedding ring ,   &   those stupidly expensive watches he likes to wear .   ”

          realizing the other man’s attention ,   as well as the topic of conversation ,   has shifted to him ,   the redhead leans back on the heels of his hands ,   glancing toward today’s paintings propped up in his workspace .   it is possible that in turning his face away from gyro ,   he is attempting to conceal the sudden heat that plumes at his cheeks .   “   jojo   &   i went to the aquarium ,   &   i painted some of the animals there ,   since i’ve been doing tons of landscapes lately   &   wanted something different .   ”   clearing his throat ,   kakyoin gathers his bearings   &   faces gyro once more ,   managing to keep himself composed .   “   that took up the whole day .   but it went by pretty quickly ,   ”   quicker than i’d have liked it to .   

          “   i got back here maybe an hour ago ,   &   it’s too late to cook anything .   want to go out for dinner ??   ”

[sacredpit]

↳               @nyo-ho-hoe​​​​​  wrote   :     “Hey- we’re friends right?” The question is rhetorical in only one possible direction. Gyro wasn’t more certain of anything than his irresistible nature, second only to his ill conceived security in his sexuality.

“I dunno, it just didn't seem fair t’ leave you out when you're-” he pauses because he’s about to say something far too vulnerable for comfort. A stumble over words he minces and feigns incompetence, despite his English being near perfect for years.

“Well you’re my friend, and a good one at that, so there’s no point you not gettin’ one’a these yourself.”

It takes him that long just to hold out his arm and unfold his fingers, displaying the little bracelet weaved in green.

“They don’t really come in packs ‘a three an’ this one had a tree on it so I had ta like... rip it apart and switch the charms around but look!!” He jiggles it, twin cherries swinging from the vine. “Not bad eh?”

                        unprompted          /          eni making me cry

          notwithstanding the   obviousness   of its answer rendering a reply to gyro’s question unnecessary ,   the string of words causes kakyoin to look up from his laptop ,   the bubble of his focus effectively lanced ,   leaving a polished set of hands hovering over the keyboard   mid - sentence .   a crimson brow arches with a concoction of curiosity   &   concern ;   typically when his roommate employs that line as his opener ,   it is due to the fact that the oncoming revelation of his behaviour will exasperate or   infuriate   the redhead to some degree ,   &   he is attempting to perform an act of preemptive   damage control   ———   yet ,   from the moment the other man had approached him   &   began speaking ,   kakyoin’s intuition dared to declare the present moment as no such an occasion . 

thus ,   he continues to eye the blonde from where he kneels before the coffee table ,   an art history essay near to completion displayed on the sleek plane of his computer screen .   the mention of   fairness   puzzles the scarlet - tressed of the two men further ,   to the extent that he removes his hands from his keyboard entirely   &   places them somewhat awkwardly atop his thighs as he straightens up upon the pillow bearing his weight .   it could be that the wide - eyed   scrutiny   is posing greater difficulty to gyro in expressing his thoughts ,   but kakyoin cannot help himself ;   his intrigue regarding whatever his roommate is currently on about swells with each awkwardly passing second .   when i’m   what ??   he wonders ,   but the inquiry fails to make it past his lips before gyro is talking again ,   &   extending an arm to show the younger man what he bears in hand .

cognitively ,   everything aligns unambiguously   &   makes perfect sense .   yet ,   as far an emotional response is concerned ,   there’s a roadblock ;   kakyoin struggles to process it ,   to understand what he is looking at   &   what the implication of it is .   there’s no question in his mind about his place in gyro’s life   &   the inverse of that ,   &   there hadn’t been for a long time   ———   even so ,   a younger version of himself ,   the cripplingly isolated child that watched his peers exchange gifts like the one gyro bears for him now   &   privately battled tears of frustration at the realization that he may   never   be the recipient of such a meaningful gesture ,   claws his way out of the   sunken quarters   where his memory had been suppressed .   violet eyes ,   distended impossibly wider now ,   fill with tears ,   but kakyoin manages to latch onto the windswept veil of his composure before any droplets overflow .

“   this is for me ??   ”   he asks ,   voice so laden with breath that the refined   &   confident manner in which he usually speaks becomes delicate   &   airy .   much like the query his friend had earlier posed ,   it requires no answer ;   ’tis only an avenue for the younger student to absorb the exchange ,   to allow his heart a chance to take in the outpouring of amity like a parched sponge .   “   . . .   i   . . .   ”   attempts kakyoin ,   suddenly abashedly aware of how   foolish   he must look ,   rendered speechless over a woven bracelet .   but it’s not the fucking bracelet .   it was never about the   fucking bracelet .    

after clearing his throat   &   seizing a few moments to chuckle at himself ,   he shakes his head ,   the action an expression of accordance with gyro’s sentiments .   “   not bad at all ,   ”   he finally answers ,   thankful that his cadence leaves him smoothly .   “   it’s rather cute ,   actually ,   ”   adds kakyoin ,   noting where the original charm had clearly been torn out ,   leaving some stray threads behind where the other had attempted to weave it back together .   with the addition of his signature drupe ,   it gives the little trinket   character ,   makes it   one of a kind ,   suitable for the bond they share .   

bearing this in mind ,   kakyoin raises an arm ,   offering a relaxed wrist to his roommate   &   wearing a bright - eyed expression ,   complete with a smile that fully reveals both of his dimples .   “   put it on me ,   ”   he requests ,   beckoning the other nearer with a sway of his head in the proper direction .   “   thank you ,   gyro .   no one’s ever really done something like this for me before ,   ”   explains the redhead .   “   i’ll make one for you ,   too   ———   you can wear it on the opposite wrist of the one you got with johnny .   it’ll be like both of us are with you ,   all the time .   ”

[sacredpit]

↳               @mageshot​ wrote   :     touch .   touch the fox tails .

                            unprompted .          /          irresistible floof !

          your tails are your pride .   echoes of the saturnine voices of the elders ricochet from the walls of his mind ;   an utterance he’d been ceaselessly subjected to since birth makes for one that shall always stay with him .   while he stands out from his kin in a litany of ways ,   the one philosophical thread that binds them together must be this   ———   the eight tails blooming from his coccyx are to him as earned wings are to an angel ,   as dazzling jewels are to an agèd dragon .   they symbolize his power ,   his wisdom ,   his   prestige   &   all he has spent just under a century attaining with hope to achieve enlightened perfection   &   meet the fullest extent of his potential .

yet ,   for kakyoin ,   his tails are also a burden .   the one that still evades him has rendered him mad with frustration at times   &   woeful with desperation at others .   his elders offer little help ,   only hinting that he may find what he seeks among humans .   how annoyingly broad a solution .   what more are humans good for than entertainment ??   rarely ever does he meet one concerned with anything other than themself   &   their petty little needs .   perhaps ,   even with all his intelligence   &   grace ,   he has failed to study them close enough .

vernal daylight beacons the image of the yokai among a thick canopy of green .   he sits alone ,   clawed hands weaving harvested willow branches into a basket more out of boredom than necessity .   still ,   he thinks it will serve him nicely as he gathers fruit at some later time ,   indulging in the bounty of the flowering season .   upon hearing the footsteps drawing nearer to him ,   he thinks not to be afraid or on - edge ,   as he senses no ill - intent in the other’s spirit   ———  it closer resembles the scent of curiosity ,   of wonder ,   &   perhaps even   enchantment .   kakyoin has grown used to all of these responses .

&   even with the presence of expectation ,   he still finds himself stunned by the other being’s   audacity .   surely they know better than to approach a kitsune so recklessly ,   let alone to reach out   &   touch one   without the security of explicit permission .   deft hands delicate only in appearance halt mid - weave ,   ebony - tipped ears standing straight up as soon as a single strand of a particular tail’s coat registers the faintest touch .   slowly ,   the violet - eyed vixen turns his head to catch sight of the culprit ,   glaring at them with a gaze at the intersection of disgruntled   &   aloof .   ah ,   that explains it . 

“   lyric ,   ”   he begins ,   turning back to the basket in progress .   “   your scent is different than usual .   if i hadn’t recognized you in time ,   i would have killed you .   ”   such words are spoken with perhaps too much ease for a fox that nearly dispatched his own friend ,   though it could simply be that he’s not in much of a murderous mood today ,   anyway .   “   &   how many times do i have to tell you not to touch my tails without asking first ??   ”   probably many more .

          “   anyway .   just what are you doing ,   slinking around the woods like a weirdo ??   ” 

[sacredpit]

↳               @raytm​  wrote   :     splat just quietly embracing kakyoin .

                     unprompted          /          love is stored in the splat

          morning comes gently for once .   the heat of pakistan’s sun offers a surprisingly tender caress through the long pane of the window ,   drawing tetragons of pure light against whatever surface it befalls ,   &   kakyoin finds the patch of warmth an optimal location to preen as he navigates the severely abridged rendition of his routine developed for the sake of their journey .   perhaps it is somewhat   vain   of him ,   but honesty divulges that the ability to present himself in a way in which he can take some extent of pride matters greatly to the redhead   ———   &   here ,   it’s a   lustral ritual   that offers a sense of stability   &   comfort so far from home   &   so near to danger .   

the crisp white of a shirt he’d been relieved to be able to wash gleams in the gradually intensifying glow of daybreak ;   the sun nowhere near its most influential point amid the heavens ,   but inching its way there with a leisure that could be envied of any of the men on this trip .   it seems today is one of many unexpected occurrences ,   furthermore ,   because kakyoin had departed from his dreams to find jotaro ,   perhaps the   lightest sleeper   east of the prime meridian ,   still reposed beside him .   as much as he’d have loved to return to a state of slumber by his lover’s side ,   the opportunity had evaded him ,   for kakyoin had quickly achieved a state of wakefulness beyond the point of return    ———   thus ,   he’d been happy to admire the image of beauty   &   tranquility beside him   (   even with the bit of drool that flooded past soft lips ,   kakyoin found himself   transfixed   by the sight of jotaro so peaceful ,   so relaxed   ) .   in fact ,   the only thing that had rendered him able to pull himself away had been a concern that he may have been staring a bit too hard   &   the sensation of being watched would wake the dark - haired teen .

thus ,   kakyoin had taken care in maneuvering the room as undetectably as possible ,   so not to disturb his beloved .   he knows that joseph will likely come banging on their door to let them know they’ll be heading out soon   (   or he’ll send avdol to do it ,   who is a lot more considerate but no less firm   ) ,   yet ,   more important to him is the knowledge that jotaro needs the extra rest   beyond a shadow of a doubt .   their encounter with steely dan especially had been especially stressful for him ,   &   though he’d likely achieved some degree of catharsis by pummeling the little bastard until his bones were practically ground to dust ,   ample time to recharge remains a necessity .   it would be foolish of   any   of their group to put themself in a position to be bested by another one of dio’s lackeys waiting to pounce on them ,   but it would be especially foolish of jotaro ,   who has   everything to lose . 

ultimately ,   there’s no harm in letting him sleep a bit longer .   like   hell   kakyoin will let anyone or anything so much as displace a hair on his head . 

“   . . .   hm ??   ”   comes an inquisitive sound ,   slender hands pausing in the fastening of his shirt’s buttons .   it felt as though a hand had brushed against his back ,   but as he turns to see if jotaro had somehow shifted on the bed without him noticing ,   kakyoin finds him just as he’d been before .   he can’t see his face over the broad protrusion of his shoulder ,   but it appears as though he’s still asleep .   a stroke of panic ensues ,   induced by the immediate concern that there’s someone else in the hotel room ,   someone who should not fucking be here ,   but it is quickly resolved once the touch repeats ,   except this time ,   he meets the gaze of star platinum .   the tension melts out of his body with the heat of the fondness that spreads through him .   “   oh ,   it’s you ,   ”   he utters quietly ,   something of a giggle in his voice at how paranoid he’d been   (   even if it’s well - warranted   ) .   “   hey ,   star .   good morning .   ”

unlike his user ,   star platinum is highly expressive   &   highly responsive ,   despite the fact he can only say one thing .   yet ,   he appears more like jotaro in this moment than he ever has ,   for he makes not a sound ;   only swoops in to pull the redhead into his arms .   oh .   the stand has shown him affection   (    &   even been clingy   )   before ,   a fact of his bizarre dynamic with his rehearsedly standoffish user that not only amuses but   elates   kakyoin ,   but something feels different about this ,   specifically considering that jotaro is either still asleep ,   or pretending to be . 

still ,   the astonishment fizzles away with the ebullience of a freshly - opened bottle of cola ,   enabling him to wrap his arms around the fighting spirit in return   &   press his face against his chest ,   knowing that ,   asleep or not ,   jotaro will receive his love ,   too .    it feels so much like holding him ,   but it’s still a little different .   but not in a bad way ,   not at all .   

          “   well ,   if jojo   &   i are a couple ,   i guess that technically makes you   &   i a couple ,   too ,   right ??   ”   a laugh ,   one that comes from deep in his chest ,   punctuates the lighthearted inquiry ,   followed by a proclamation of ,   “   i could definitely get used to this .   ”

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↳               @breatheflcra​  wrote   :     “  Kakyoin, m’pal Kakyoin   . . .   ”   Hikari shakes a tupperware full of weed ,   “   I have a li’l present fer the holiday .   Got yer name on it an’ everythin’ !   ”

        lmao blaze it          /          a day late bc i’m a steaming pile of garbage

          at the request for his attention via the cordial call of his name ,   the redhead turns at once ,   bright violets alight with curiosity as to what the nature of hikari’s summons may be .   as he comes to face her ,   he squints a bit from behind his glasses ,   the foggy plastic of the sealed container obscuring its contents from view by use of the particular angle at which he gazes upon it .   prior to her even pointing it out ,   however ,   he notices that his own name has been scripted atop the lid in permanent marker ,   which only serves to intensify the inquisitiveness he exudes toward exactly what awaits him inside the tightly - sealed receptacle .

“   holiday ??   ”   he asks ,   a crimson brow arching in a show of bewilderment .   had he forgotten something important ??   it surely is not like him to overlook any proclaimed holiday ,   especially   one where gift - giving is included .   nevertheless ,   a spark flashes at the back of his brain as the date reoccurs to him   ———   the twentieth ,   april twentieth ,   which is   . . .   “   oh !!   ”   he exclaims ,   a short but genuine burst of laughter spilling past his lips .   the shells of his ears pinken the slightest bit with an unspoken embarrassment that it had taken him a moment to grasp the implication ,   but now that he realizes just what is happening ,   everything falls perfectly into place ,   like the stars aligning to form a clear constellation .   “   that holiday ,   ”   says kakyoin ,   mouth pulling into a simpering curve .   “   i completely forgot .   that isn’t like me ,   is it ??   ”

regardless ,   he accepts the bestowment with authentic gratitude ,   gingerly sloping the lid to peer inside ,   but not so much that the distinct odor of the harvested plant bits would waft through the facility .   the last thing he needs is anyone thinking he’s   ‘  celebrating  ’   at work .   “   how thoughtful ,   hikari ;   thank you !!   you prepared this yourself ??   ”   it’s a question he doesn’t even need to ask ,   yet he does ,   knowing how much the woman thrives discussing plants in virtually any context .   pressing the lid tightly back into place ,   he thumbs over it thoughtfully ,   considering the ways he could put the drug to use .   he isn’t much into altering his state of mind ,   but he can’t let a gift from a friend go to waste ,   let alone one they’d taken the time to produce with their own hands   (   or   stand ability ,   but either way ,   the principle remains identical   )     ———   it would be   awfully crass   to do such a thing .   perhaps he could make tea with it after a particularly stressful day .   that sounds pretty nice ,   actually .

“   you know ,   jolyne is at the age where she believes in santa claus .   this is kind of reminding me of that ,   ”   he giggles out .   “   you’re like a little cannabis fairy .   it’s pretty charming .   ”

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↳               @messiimuses​​  wrote   :     “   Soooo ,   are you still familiar with that Kujo kid ?   ” // Steely Dan might have a little kujophobia akfjad;gah;fa

                      unprompted .          /          always accepting !

          despite the severity of his introversion   &   the consequences of spending his most formative years in involuntary isolation ,   a skill kakyoin had perhaps   miraculously   managed to perfect manifests in the ability to create   &   sustain a part of life that many people dread :   small talk .   whether it takes form in charming fellow academics in a scholarly setting or presenting himself as a well - spoken   &   personable man ,   the redhead has developed a technique that fosters the potential to take him   above   &   beyond   in social settings ,   which can be considered remarkable when the first seventeen years of his life ,   wherein he’d seen no success in forming meaningful bonds with others ,   are taken into account . 

well into his twenties ,   now ,   age has bestowed upon him many blessings ,   including the companionship that had long evaded his grasp ,   &   for which he’d so painfully yearned .   beyond that ,   his talent of entertaining casual conversation has achieved an even greater refinement ,   thus ,   under virtually any other circumstances ,   kakyoin would be   thriving   presently ;   wholly   in his element via his masterful disguise of extroversion .   however ,   while he wouldn’t necessarily deem himself   out   of his element by any means ,   he certainly hadn’t expected that during his work travels ,   he’d run into   steely fucking dan .   verily ,   he’d have been content to never see the little   bastard    again ,   but it had been something of a lifetime since the redhead had been naïve enough to view life through such   idealistic lenses .

he knows that people can change .   kakyoin had seen it plenty of times ,   &   he has no doubt that dan very well could have learned his lesson after jotaro had beaten him within an inch of his life .   even so ,   he hasn’t any reason to offer the older man even a crumb of his trust as it stands ,   thus he’s elected to remain somewhat cautious of him ,   though even the concept of feeling   threatened   is nowhere on his radar for a slew of reasons .   after eyeing each other somewhat awkwardly for quite some time ,   long stretches of uncomfortable silence pulling taut between them like prison chains ,   kakyoin’s eyes distend at the dark - haired man’s question .   the almost   mousy   way he asks could prompt the redhead to burst into laughter ,   were he not taken so off - guard .

“   . . .   that  ‘  kujo kid ??  ’   ”   he asks ,   amusement flickering in scarred eyes as they befall the other .   kakyoin’s wide - mouthed smile is undoubtedly mischievous .   he raises his left hand seemingly to brush through his cherry - red mane ,   but as a certain jewel catches the light ,   ulterior intentions may be revealed .   “   dan ,   are you perchance talking about my   fiancé ,   jotaro ??   ”

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