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

[sacredpit]

hey can we please talk about the fucking meeting notes now

“   would you shut up ??   i can multitask .

    [   . . .   ]   just give me a minute .   he might never do this again .   ”

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    with the ease of growing fondness ,   a wide smile warms the typical rigidity of kakyoin’s resting face ;   there is just something about hachi   ━━━━   her innate earnestness ,   the kindness radiating from her matching the   vernal sunbeams   that incentivize flowers to bloom   ━━━━   it isn’t so often he encounters so   genuine   a person .   given her age ,   he’d expect her to be a little more   . . .   self - concerned ,   closer aligning with the typical teenager whose ever - expanding worldview gradually deepens the essence of their character ,   leaving them in the awkward in - between stages of   ego - death .   but hachi appears not to envision herself as the   main character   of her unwitting coming of age story   . . .   almost as though she thinks of her existence as meandering ungracefully in the background of someone else’s narrative .   as endearing as her humility may be ,   kakyoin can’t help but see traces of insufficient self - esteem .   he’s all - too familiar with the   tenacity   of that specter .  

    either way ,   he elects not to mention it so plainly ,   at least not now .   he was a teenager once ,   &   though his experiences may not have been commonplace in a number of ways ,   he recalls with ageless clarity how exhausting it had been to have adults talk at him about what type of person he ought to be .   that knowledge has to come from within ,   &   as much as a more sagacious   &   understanding   presence can assist ,   finding one’s self is a largely   private journey .   all things considered ,   he hopes to see this bright ,   altruistic girl blossom into a woman of all the same virtues ,   but with an unshakable certainty to hold her up when   winds of doubt   come howling .

    given that the stand is a   manifestation of the soul ,   regardless of how or when it is acquired ,   something about   driver 8   must reflect the content of hachi’s tender core .   since the start of his career   (   &   even before then ,   to some extent   ) ,   kakyoin sought to uncover the depths of hierophant’s exemplification of   himself ;   their history often leads him to think of him as a companion ,   a separate entity ,   rather than an extension of his own self   ━━━━   but that simply isn’t the reality of his existence ,   even if he’s shown signs of having a mind of his own on many occasions .   perhaps he is just so in - tune with his stand ,   with his   inner - self ,   that it feels as if he’s spawned another conscience ,   one that can look   even deeper into himself   than he realizes .   it’s exhausting to think about ,   but such is the nature of this job :   there are very few rules to the intangible ,   &   while there is frustration in the inconsistency ,   there is   excitement ,   too .

    (   his own contradictory nature may be what makes him   so good at this ;   kakyoin is a savant of a tactician ,   a master of logic with an intellect of immeasurable depth .   but there is a whimsical side to him ,   too :   an inclination toward art   &   fragments of the human soul ,   an unquenchable wonder toward the unknown .   he was ,   quite literally ,   born to have this job .   )

    the smile that remains present throughout her explanation   (   &   her scattered tangents ,   which he excuses with a chuckle   &   a   ‘  no need to apologize !!  ’   )   only falters to illustrate   astonishment   at the depth of her research ;   reddish lips parting to mimic a ring shape .   last they’d talked ,   he’d encouraged her to try to uncover more about   driver 8’s   elusive nature ,   but he hadn’t expected her to take such a   near - clinical   approach ,   as if she were assigned a school project .   he is deeply impressed ,   &   this is overtly displayed amid the   dainty lineaments   of his face going round   &   wide ,   even before he makes to give voice to his pride in all she’s discovered .

    “   you sound like a speedwagon researcher in the making ,   ”   he teases ,   though there is an   esteemed sincerity   beneath his cadence .   “   what a lucky find with your neighbor ;   it almost seems like fate .   but beyond that ,   hachi ,   i’m amazed with how thorough your experiments have been .   let me tell you ,   this is my job ,   &   i’ve trained a lot of up - & - comers in the field .   i think plenty of them could learn a thing or two from you .   ”   kakyoin giggles as he offers the praise ,   reaching out to delicately pat the top of her head ,   mindful not to dishevel the seemingly   strategic fluff   of her short hair .   “   i know i say this to you a lot ,   but don’t sell yourself short .   it must be pretty crazy to suddenly have these new powers ,   &   you’ve taken on a lot of responsibility in trying to understand them .   that’s not an easy thing to do ,   especially for someone your age .   really ,   your main concerns should be figuring out what to do with your friends   &   studying for exams   . . .   ”   he’s heard that before ,   but it’s true !! 

    kakyoin employs a thoughtful pause to try to conceive where the limits may come into play .   he’s seen plenty of stands in his lifetime ,   &   even those with   unthinkable power   like star platinum   &   the world have some kind of restriction ,   be it range ,   speed ,   or a cap to their ability that the user tends to be   adamant   about concealing .   “   what about the number of tickets ??   ”   he queries ,   a manicured index tapping against a dimpled cheek .   “   do you know how many it can hold at a time ??   &   do the different - colored tickets have to maintain some kind of proportion   . . .   ??   a lot of number - based stands have some sort of mathematical integrity they have to uphold .   i know because it can be such a headache to remember ,   even if i’m usually pretty good with numbers   . . .   ”   much like hachi ,   he starts to maunder off - topic ,   but he swiftly recalibrates ,   crimson brows raising as the endless possibilities flush out of his head .   “   eight seems to be your lucky number ,   so i’d keep that in mind .   i’m sure it all comes back to that ,   in some way .   ”

    when the attention turns to him ,   kakyoin once more finds himself surprised .   a sentimental smile softens his face ,   lavender eyes like   sunlit sugilite .   “   not really ,   ”   he answers ,   &   as if on cue ,   hierophant green materializes behind him ,   suspended in the open air as kakyoin’s steps slow to a halt .   much like his user ,   hierophant greets hachi with   tangible amity ,   showing alien - like affection in the harmless glow of his   beady yellow eyes .   even so ,   he does not stray from kakyoin’s side ,   nigh on   clingy   in his resolve to stay near .   “   i was born a stand user ,   so i can’t recall a time where hierophant wasn’t there .   he was always like a best friend to me ,   though as a child ,   i couldn’t quite understand what he was ,   or why no one else could see him .   ”   it caused me a lot of problems ,   he wants to say ,   but refrains ,   instead maintaining the lightheartedness of their discussion . 

    “   i did have to spend a lot of time figuring out all of the things he can do ,   though ,   ”   kakyoin adds .   “   it actually wasn’t until i was your age that i started to meaningfully explore those things ,   including his battle potential .   &   even once i started training at spw ,   i learned even more .   ”   tilting his head back thoughtfully ,   kakyoin gazes toward the deepening sky ,   the hue of his own eyes starting to bleed through the   oncoming evening’s   gradient .   “   sort of similar to the way you never stop learning about yourself ,   you never stop learning about your stand .   it’s a mirror of you ,   after all   ━━━━   so ,   i guess that shouldn’t be so surprising ,   in the end .   ”

It's only after she's gone and called out to Kakyoin already, steps hastening to reach his side, that it occurs to Hachi that he might be busy. Naturally, her brain--ever the go-getter in the realm of overthinking--is quick to catch up, prompting her fretful question--it gives the man an out if he's in no mood to deal with Hachi's chattiness. Because really, what if Kakyoin doesn't want company? What if this is his first moment all day to himself and she's disrupting it? What if when he told her to come talk to him anytime, he was just being nice? What if--

Oh, he's replied.

"Euhh huh? Me? Really?" Hachi blinks, lifting an index finger to gesture between herself and him with a mildly bewildered expression. Her steps stumble for a moment, the heel of one shoe and the toe of her other briefly colliding before she corrects it with a quiet 'oop'. She clears her throat, a touch embarrassed, and fiddles with a few wayward keychains hanging from her school bag as he speaks, asking after her stand. Oh! Right. They'd talked about that the last time.

"Ummmm--it's going good, I think! Actually, I found out recently that one of my neighbours has one of those, ah…" She pauses here, hands gesturing about as she tries to recall the exact name. She outlines a vaguely upside-down L-shape with one hand, the thumb of her other hand jutting out to make a few button-pushing motions. Both hands then convene to make--some kind of jagged wave-like motion? She's lost the plot on this one fast--oh! She snaps her fingers triumphantly, her next step a bit bouncier. "Those speed-reader radar guns, you know? And he was nice enough to lend it to me, when I asked. Which reminds me, I said I'd make him some coffee cake as thanks, I need to drop that off--ack, but that's not what we're talking about right now…"

She taps at the side of her head, grimacing, then shakes her head. She flashes him an apologetic look. "Sorry, Kakyoin-san… Like I was saying, I borrowed it to run some tests about Driver 8's "Take A Break" and "Reach Your Destination" tickets." She holds a palm up to him now, expression earnestly serious. "Take it with a grain of salt, because my grades in stuff like science and math are pretty average, so I had to go over it a few times to make sure. But! I did drop tests a bunch of times, from the same height, with a few different objects of varying size and weight. Once as-is, once with an orange ticket, once with a blue ticket for each one for comparison. It seems like the amount a single ticket can increase or decrease the speed and, um, oomph--" She pauses here to make a swinging motion with one arm, fist hitting her open palm with a whap. "Like, the force of something in motion--is by about 4%. Ah, I timed the duration, too, just to be sure--it's 8 seconds, like I thought. After that it burns off and the speed returns to normal."

"Umm, what else… the ticket effects stack, so two orange tickets shot in rapid succession will up the speed by 8% instead of 4%…" Here she starts counting her points on her fingers. "But the duration doesn't change, each ticket lasts for 8 seconds each. Size and weight don't seem to effect the ability of the tickets from what I saw, either, though there's gotta be a hard limit somewhere."

She takes a breath and flashes a sheepish smile with a duck of her head. "Well... it's not exactly groundbreaking research, or anything, but... I think I understand how it works a little better now. Did you have to do a lot of trial and error with your stand when you were younger, Kakyoin-san?"

[sacredpit]

↳               ❛   sorry, did you want to be alone ??   ❜

   sender :   @standbowed   /   source :   prompted   /   status :   closed .

    daylight hits the heart of town at an awkward angle ,   offering a hint that afternoon has started to bleed into evening .   kakyoin tugs at his sleeve to unveil the face of his watch ,   seeking exact digits to quantify the hour of day   &   calculating the quickly - elapsing hours remaining to advance the investigation before night falls .   lavender eyes then raise toward the striking yellow sky ,   noting the hints of violet   &   cerise that slowly creep past the horizon ,   &   he employs the stretch of calm to reflect on his findings so far .   exactly how many people had nijimura keicho struck with the arrow ??   he’d gleaned his motive from okuyasu ,   but even he hadn’t been able to provide a complete number of those implemented in his late brother’s   target practice ,   even if he could name quite a few ,   &   claimed believable ignorance to   just how many   stand users had been created in the escapade .

    how   outrageous   that a teenage boy could acquire such an incredible power   &   exploit it to this degree .   nevertheless ,   kakyoin cannot be   too surprised ;   with all he’s seen   &   been through ,   this is but another bizarre event he’s found himself roped into   ━━━━   except now ,   he’s actively   chosen   the chaos ,   &   with a notable enthusiasm ,   given that stand research is the aspect of his job for which he feels the most passion .   truthfully ,   this is the   least   taxing thing he’s meant to be investigating here .

    the calling of his name extracts him from his thoughts ,   prompting a shift of his head toward the direction of the newly - recognizable voice .   widened with surprise ,   cool - toned amethysts swiftly warm up at the sight of the young girl bounding to catch up with him ,   &   kakyoin comes to a stop to accommodate her ,   smiling wide as they exchange greetings .   they haven’t been acquainted that long ,   but kakyoin is   positively charmed   by hachi   ━━━━   the bubbly ,   puppylike young woman exudes a kind of sweet innocence that he feels compelled to protect ,   &   considering the   monstrous depravity   occupying the shadows of the town she calls home ,   that instinct meets intense reinforcement .   like   hell   he’ll let her name show up on the list of victims . 

     “   huh ??   ”   he voices ,   lashes fluttering in his confusion .   “   now ,   what would make you ask me such a thing ??   did i look really busy ,   or something ??   ”   kakyoin chuckles ,   brushing a curtain of crimson hair over his shoulder .   “   actually ,   hachi - chan ,   you’re just the person i was hoping to see .   how has figuring out your stand been going ??   have you discovered anything new ??   ”

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↳               ❛   how did you get this scar ??   ❜

  sender :   @blueshiftting   /   source :   prompted   /   status :   closed .

    a manicured hand lifts to trace index   &   middle fingers along the slightly raised skin in question ,   the eerie symmetry of perfectly straight lines foreign - feeling to the touch ,   despite the age of the injury .   kakyoin recalls the incident with   resonant clarity   ━━━━   the way he   &   polnareff noisily bickered while attempting to hide from the mysterious threat ,   incognizant of the fact that their voices only increased their odds of being located   &   struck by the sightless assassin .

    “   n’doul ,   ”   comes a simple answer ,   kakyoin’s voice pensive ,   yet steady as he withdraws his hand from his face .   “   i thought you would recognize his work   ━━━━   dio brought him on board shortly after i left egypt ,   didn’t he ??   ”

    when the wounds were fresh ,   kakyoin lamented his lack of familiarity with geb   &   its user ;   perhaps if he had known the manner in which they operated ,   he wouldn’t have to wear proof of their attack for the rest of his life ,   at the central point of his face ,   no less .   but he has learned to pacify that shame ,   &   to live with the wounds that will never leave him ,   despite how time has healed his body .   looking in the mirror is nothing of the dreadful ordeal it once had been :   he is   proud   of what he has survived ,   &   far from concerned about how those who could never understand may feel inclined to judge ,   or worse ,   pity . 

    scarred lavenders find cordelia’s face in the mild light of day .   he’d been astonished to find her in morioh ,   though it seems a testament to the inescapable truth that stand users seem to   connect   &   reconnect   against all odds .   they’d once stood on the same ground ,   then faced each other as enemies ,   &   now they’ve met again ,   conditions of the past seemingly obsolete but   unforgettable .   with all the work kakyoin has tasked himself with in relation to   what remains of dio   (   which is far more than   it should be ,   but as the resident   ‘ expert ’   on him at spw ,   no other individual is better suited to bear the burden   ) ,   he could almost laugh at the ways in which the past keeps coming back ,   making life seem like a   never - ending circle   rather than a progressing timeline .

    “   i always wondered what happened to you ,   ”   he confesses ,   gaze falling toward where his hands rest on the cherrywood table ,   light reflected in the jade polish adorning short ,   well - kept nails .   “   i know that the d’arby brothers are still out there   ━━━━   same with mariah   &   midler ,   &   presumably the others who weren’t killed .   but it seemed like you just disappeared when everything was said   &   done .   ”   slowly ,   he fixes his eyes on her once again ,   a curious intensity to his glare ,   but an open - mindedness ,   too .   she had agreed to meet him at the hotel ,   after all .   “   forgive me if this question is ten years too late ,   but what will you   do   now that the one you pledged your life to is only a memory ??   ”

[sacredpit]

↳               ❛ you gonna be a good boy for me ? ❜

     sender :   @wiitchtime      /     source :   prompted     /     status :   open .

    the indelicate inquiry cuts through kakyoin’s composure ,   though only shallowly ,   evidenced solely through the halt of blinking eyes   &   the curious parting of sealed lips .   bright lavenders then raise to survey the subject placed across from him ,   her unaltered air of   confidence   wordlessly clarifying that her utterance had been in every way intentional ;   confirmation to what he’d already believed to be the case .

many bizarre things have been said to him on the job   ━━━━   the unpredictable diversity of his encounters is a premier aspect of what makes field work   thrilling ,   rival to only the adrenaline rush of combat .   but her question is unsettling in a manner   exceedingly specific ;   similar words had once been strung together   &   draped over him to elicit a reaction ,   sailing smoothly along an imperious tone all but   identical   to that in which she had just addressed him ,   albeit a taste for carnage doesn’t seem as evident upon her tongue .   

despite this ,   the images of his past flashing across his eyelids serve to remind him of   why he is here ,   rather than dredging up fears long conquered .   he is not the person he was when he first encountered dio ,   &   he hasn’t been so pathetic a creature since he faced him for the final time amid the modernity of an ancient land .   thus ,   the fact that she’d managed to sound like   him   intentionally or otherwise is more   grating   than it is distressing .

“   is that meant to be some kind of condition for you to offer information ,   ”   kakyoin starts ,   quirking a roseate brow behind his glasses ,   “   or are you making formalities ,   miss ??   ”   there’s a roundness to his tone that equips his curiosity with authenticity ,   but it exists inside the sharpness of polished intellect ,   wit .   “   either way ,   as intrigued as i am by your story   &   your connection to dio ,   i resolve to behave in whatever manner i see fit .   ”

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whatever’s just been said ,   kakyoin certainly did not hear it   ━━━━   his focus has been shattered by the fact that   two of jotaro’s buttons are undone ,   exposing more of his chest than usual .   the applicator of the lipgloss he’d been spreading along the swell of his lower tier pauses mid - swipe ,   slowly dragging downward   &   threatening to   stain his chin .

    “   huh ??   ”   he vocalizes ,   violet eyes still trained on the   point of interest .   “   oh ,   yeah ,   i’m listening .   for sure .   ”   kneading his lips together ,   he releases the pressure with a faint   pop ,   crimson lashes fluttering to dispel the sting of dryness .   “   wow ,   what a nice view .   ”

[sacredpit]

↳               ❛   how about a kiss before i go ??   ❜   -   Jotaro <3

 sender :   @praeteritus-memories   /   source :   prompted   /   status :   open .

    it’s nothing of a rarity for jotaro to initiate displays of affection   ━━━━   he’d always had a tendency to rely more on actions than words ,   given his eloquence tends to falter where matters of the heart are concerned .   &   considering the ways in which they’ve always just   clicked   naturally ,   kakyoin isn’t often of the expectation that jotaro will put his desires into words ,   even if he’s made a lot of progress since their relationship began   (   &   perhaps kakyoin finds a fair amount of   fun   in encouraging it ,   showering his beloved in loving remarks   &   watching with fluttering heart as he gives his best ,   adorably flustered   efforts to reply   ) .   

but even after so many years of intimate companionship ,   jotaro still manages to surprise him .   the request sees kakyoin freezing for half a second as they linger in the doorway ;   obviously   he was not going to allow his fiancé to depart without a sweet send off ,   especially on a day like today ,   but the fact that jotaro is outright   asking for it   is delightfully unexpected   ━━━━   to the extent that a soft cerise tints the shells of kakyoin’s ears   &   stains his cheeks the same ,   all while an airy giggle thrums at the base of his throat .

“   as if i was actually going to let you leave without one ,   ”   he says ,   blush - pink lips pulled into a wide ,   dimpled grin as slender fingers tug with a gentle firmness at the lapel of jotaro’s jacket .   the gesture lessens the distance between their faces until the tips of their noses touch .   “   but i’m glad you asked ,   baby .   ”

with that ,   kakyoin closes the distance ,   pressing inward as their mouths slot together with familiar ease .   there’s that   white - hot spark   that never goes away ,   even with a kiss as considerably chaste as this ,   &   despite his intentions to keep it short   &   sweet ,   kakyoin’s arms raise to drape over jotaro’s shoulders ,   slanting deeper into him to indulge in his   addictive taste   so that it lingers on his tongue long after he’s gone .   managing to seize his self control in a nick of time ,   he pulls away ,   uttering a breathless   ‘   okay   ’   as he separates ,   looking up at jotaro with starry eyes .

“   i don’t want to make you late ,   ”   kakyoin giggles again ,   a playful mischief warbling in his voice .   “   you have to go hand in the best thesis ever written   &   give the most incredible presentation about sea stars anyone has ever seen .   ”   his hands raise from jotaro’s shoulders to brush against his face ,   the warm pads of kakyoin’s thumbs gliding over his cheekbones .   “   so go kick ass !!   i’ll be right here to celebrate however you want when you get back .   ”

[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 .   】

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↳               @praeteritus-memories​​​  wrote   :     “   what do you think they think we’re talking about ?   ”    -    Jotaro >:3c

                                prompted .          /          accepting !

          such an inquiry renders violet irises cornerbound ,   shifting subtly so that their   audience   may still think of them as none - the - wiser to their   very obvious   staring .   withal ,   they cannot be blamed ,   nor can kakyoin feel any embarrassment or shame in regard to his position at the center of their attention .   it’s rather   endearing ,   actually ,   that the teenagers he’s becoming fonder   &   fonder of still take such deep interest in the romantic aspect of his personal life .   or ,   it could just be that two attractive people behaving so affectionately before them triggers some pronounced adolescent hormone that kakyoin   &   jotaro have   (   presumably   )   outgrown .

kakyoin had been less than surprised to learn that jotaro had not made josuke ,   okuyasu ,   &   koichi aware of their status as a couple .   verily ,   to most people ,   jotaro doesn’t talk much about his personal life at all ,   even when asked ,   &   beyond that ,   the kids certainly had no reason to so much as think he may have been romantically involved with anyone ,   let alone inquire about it   (    that ,   &   though it may not be true in kakyoin’s specific case ,   he can recognize that to others ,   jotaro is not the most   . . .   approachable   person   ) .   as for him ,   the explanation is just as straightforward :   he simply hadn’t spent as much time with the morioh kids as jotaro had ,  being that spw hasn’t hesitated to pull him away from his work in the peculiar little city despite his protests .   but now that he’s here to stay for the foreseeable future ,   he’s got every reason to be a bit more intimate   &   open with his new   &   very charming young friends ,   right ?? 

sure   . . .   except   that seeing their shocked   &   flustered reactions to his   &   jotaro’s skinship is a little   too entertaining   to do away with so easily .   maybe it is far too impish a game for a man of nearly twenty - eight to indulge ,   but no one of any importance has deemed it a sin for him to have a little bit of fun while he’s here .

 “   i could make a guess or two ,   ”   the redhead murmurs ,   an unmistakable grin starting to form along the seam of his lips as he notices the way all three sets of eyes lock onto his hand the moment he places it overtop jotaro’s thigh ,   casually brushing upward until their fingers can intertwine .   okuyasu ,   no doubt possessing the least stealth of the trio ,   emits a rather obnoxious sound of interest ,   though he is quickly   &   aggressively   shushed by the other two .   kakyoin’s free hand raises to shield his mouth as he snickers cheekily .   “   come on ,   they have to know something is up by now .   i think the only thing we haven’t done in front of them yet is kiss   ———   ”   a spark ,   sudden  &   bright   &   dangerous   derails that train of thought .   

          “   oh ,   jojo .   we have to .   ”

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↳               🌸 - to place a flower crown on your muse’s head. they r cuties

     sender :   @hopingforjustice​ ​     /     source :   prompted     /     status :   closed .

          commitment comes to kakyoin with ease   ———   years of   involuntary isolation   &   his fortune to have returned from the foyer of certain death have endowed him with the resolve to take   nothing   for granted ,   an ability that encompasses even the most banausic luxury .    thus ,   he ensures that his promise to visit reimi   &   arnold   every single day   sees fulfilment ,   &   he considers it no trouble at all ,   fitting it into the jigsaw of his busy schedule wherever he can ,   fashioning it into a premier priority .   today’s sojourn comes a bit later than usual ;   the redhead found himself caught up with a   maddening encounter   with an individual whose made his way unto his radar ,   &   though intuition howls that there’s something   off   about the slimy little character with which he’d crossed paths ,   the unfortunate truth is that it would be unwise to pursue violence without concrete evidence that he is somehow connected to the string of crimes under investigation   (   even if the foundation has given him the go - ahead to pursue   fatal measures   if necessary ,   this is not a privilege to wield lightly  ) .  

regardless of this ,   he makes an appearance just as the sun begins to sink beneath the horizon ,   dyeing morioh’s golden sky with the first violetish traces of nightfall .   he hopes she doesn’t think he’s forgotten or gone back on his word ;   even if he’s exhausted   &   a little high - strung from the day’s itinerary ,   he would not so much as   conceieve the notion   to skip one of their rendezvous .   it isn’t as though reimi has a phone that he could have called to inform her to expect his lateness ,   however ,   so if she had concluded that he would not come today after all ,   kakyoin would be remiss to hold it against her .   

as per usual ,   arnold takes notice of him first .   attentive as always ,   reimi’s four - legged companion leaps to his feet   &   rushes to greet the researcher ,   evoking laughter from kakyoin that takes on a musical effervescence ;   a testament to the authenticity of his joy to see them .   what a tender phenomenon ,   how the two of them always manage to elevate his mood ,   whether it had already been high or treaded dangerously close to the ground .   in seeing her standing there   &   in watching her face brighten upon indentifying just who had come by ,   ’tis as though every cloud in his mind had evaporated   &   left no obstruction from the healing warmth of   sunlight .   but this is sugimoto reimi ,   light   &   love   &   solace   personified ,   so he would expect no lesser a sensation to cover him in an empyreal embrace .

“   i apologize for being so late ,   ”   he offers ,   though she seems not to mind at all as she practically throws herself into his arms ,   as she always does   (   this time feels a little   different ,   though ;   closer to the way she had embraced him upon his return to the coastal town after being absent for a while   ———   &   realizing this makes his heart   ache   ) .   he laughs as he pats her back ,   gently ,   hyperaware of the location of the mark her killer had left behind .   “   i sincerely hope you hadn’t thought i’d forgotten ,   or had prioritized something else .   i’d never !!   ”   proclaims kakyoin ,   &   though lighthearted laughter follows the claim ,   he means it with the entirety of the essence of his soul .   “   hopefully ,   the others were good company to you while i was tied up .   ”

just as he finishes speaking ,   the sensation of something being placed in his hair renders him silent .   known to most who’ve spent any significant amount of time in his presence ,   kakyoin is   very particular   about his hair ,   not allowing just anyone to touch it without consequence .   thus ,   the way he sits still   &   doesn’t pose even a single question as reimi fastens something into the long ,   silken tresses is a wordless proclamation of the depth of their bond .   he takes her sudden appearance of satisfaction with her work as a sign that she is done ,   &   he hesitates not another moment in retrieving a compact mirror from his coat pocket .   “   oh !!   ”   he utters ,   turning his head which way to get a better look at the item she’d gifted him .   it appears to be a handmade kanzashi - style ornament ,   &   from their fragrance ,   the wisteria nestling against crimson waves are genuine   ———   which should not surprise him ,   as he had mentioned them to be among his favourite flowers ,   second only to red roses .

“   you made this while you were waiting for me ??   ”   he asks upon the arrival of such a realization .   again ,   there’s an ache present in his chest ,   &   the gratitude he feels extends beyond the reach of even his gift for articulation .   he admires it in the mirror a while longer ,   noticing the way the hue of the flowers brings out that of his eyes ,   a factor which he does not doubt had been intentional .   “   it’s   . . .   so beautiful .   i feel like true royalty wearing it ,   ”   says kakyoin ,   his smile a burst of light that undoes the evidence of fatigue on his countenance .  

sure ,   the flowers will die someday ,   but that only makes the ability to experience it the way it is now all the more valuable   (   &   he may or may not be in contact with a stand user or two that could assist in that regard  ) .   he bows his head toward the young woman ,   a traditional display of thanks that mirrors the reference of the lovely bestowment she had taken the time to craft with him in mind .   “   i’ll wear it for the rest of the night ,   ”   he declares proudly ,   still wearing that blinding smile .   “   &   even all day tomorrow .   thank you ,   reimi - chan .   i’ll take good care of it .   ”

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↳               @praeteritus-memories​  wrote   :     “   i  feel  like  such  an  insomniac .   ” - Jotaro <3

                              prompted          /          accepting !!

          the pale blue moonbeam reaching through a crack in the curtains serves as the only source of light in the room ,   but even so ,   it’s all kakyoin requires to find his lover in the dark .   he faces him in bed ,   soft sheets of ivory spilling over a scarred abdomen ,   revealed by the friction of his body moving against the mattress tugging up his pajama shirt .   without hesitation ,   he reaches out to cup jotaro’s face in his palm ,   thumbing tenderly over his cheekbone .

“   trouble sleeping again ??   ”   he questions by way of a thoughtful whisper ,   the rhetorical nature of the inquiry evident by the way he doesn’t wait for an answer ;   without another word ,   kakyoin is rolling onto his back ,   tugging the other man with him insistently until a head of dark hair rests atop his chest .   perhaps he lacks the extent of   . . .   cushion   jotaro has ,   but given that the other man has offered him a similarly safe   &   warm place to rest   &   feel comforted in his nights of anxiety   &   unease ,   he thinks the very least he can do is extend the same invitation .   lovingly ,   he brushes his fingers through the silken mane of his beloved ,   combing through it the way he knows he likes ,   even if he hasn’t yet admitted it out loud .

“   i’ll stay up with you until you can fall asleep ,   ”   says the redhead ,   voice near to a hum in its quiet ,   mellifluous timbre .   “   if counting sheep doesn’t help ,   we can try to count dolphins instead .   ”   it’s a joke ,   &   probably not a very funny one ,   but kakyoin cannot help but be amused at the image of dolphins leaping up out of some unspecified ocean ,   clicking happily as if they are eager to be quantified for the sake of ushering in good dreams .   it allows him some reprieve from the way his heart hurts ,   seeing the man he loves be torn apart by stress   &   trauma   &   anxiety ,   among other things .   jotaro is strong ,   both of body   &   mind ,   but even he requires a place of solace ,   a body to lean on when the pressure of everything that’s expected of him   &   that he expects of himself resurfaces from whatever waters he’s attempted to drown it under .   kakyoin desires to be that place ,   that body ,   that person . 

he thinks of sleepless nights on the road to egypt where they’d kept each other company ,   where he yearned so intensely to be even closer to jotaro ,   as close as close can be .   even now that they’ve managed to bridge that gap ,   kakyoin can only hope to find some way to give the other man every good thing in the world .   he deserves no less ,   after all .

“   do you remember in singapore ,   when we were able to sneak off to the beach for a little bit ??   ”   asks the redhead ,   still caressing through the other’s hair .   “   it was one of the nights where neither of us could sleep .   we just sat   &   watched the sea for a while ,   &   talked like everything was normal .   i felt so close to you then ,   i thought my heart was going to burst .   ”   he giggles again ,   pressing his cheek to the top of his lover’s head ,   catching the clean scent of his shampoo .   “   well ??   am i boring you enough to put you to sleep ,   yet ,   jojo ??   ”

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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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↳               @praeteritus-memories​  wrote   :     “   can i get you some coffee ?   ”   -   Kaoru / Cherry Blossom   (   because both of these pink boys deserve a friendship with each other !!!   )

                              prompted .          /          accepting !

          belatedly ,   kakyoin realizes the stress must be showing on his face .

a mountain’s worth of paperwork lies scattered before him on the tabletop ,   drowning out the golden hue of the polished wood in an ivory sea .   photographs pop up here   &   there ,   aligned with specific dates   &   locations   &   events ,   &   usually ,   the redhead has little trouble keeping all of his materials organized both physically   &   mentally   ———   his prized intellect ensures this .   yet ,   though he could surely pull any document he may need from the unruly pile at record speed ,   the neatness characteristic of him is eclipsed by encumbrance ;   deadlines that must be met   &   a sea of work still left to do with so little time .   he’s the best at what he does ,   the higher - ups don’t hesitate to remind him ,   but he’s still short of a   fucking miracle worker .   he’s long suspected they’re starting to take advantage of him ,   &   the thought makes veins throb at his temple .

then comes a break in the tension ,   provided by the cordial voice that graces his ear .   kakyoin sits up ,   removing golden - rimmed glasses from scarred eyes as his head swivels to look at the other man .   lavender eyes distend not only at the stranger’s kindness ,   but at the sheer   beauty   he exudes .   as pupils dart back toward the mess on the table ,   the scarlet - tressed of the two men begins to feel a flustered heat plume from his collar .   

“   god ,   look at this mess ,   ”   he mutters primarily to himself ,   deft hands beginning to tuck the papers into orderly stacks   &   subsequently shove them into colour - coded folders .   perhaps made obvious by his very public choice in location ,   none of the information is classified ,   but he feels the need to obscure it from view out of   diplomacy   more than anything else .   “   sorry ,   i must look like a madman right now ,   ”   kakyoin chuckles ,   flicking his hair off his shoulder .   “   thank you ,   that’s awfully kind of you to offer .   but you certainly don’t have to buy anything for me ,   even though i probably look like i could use about   ten coffees .   ” 

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