#and he doesn't know and will never know that his controlling tendencies which deepen the rifts in his family ARE his fault

[july-19th-club]

we talk a lot about how the shtriga case was bad parenting and horrible just being-a-person-ing from john back when the boys were KIDS but this time im talking about how . it's also horrible parenting when the kids are adults. like you held the guilt of that night over your son's head in his childhood, you looked at him different, you know? and that was worse. and THEN he's a grown twenty-something and he hasn't seen you in half a year because you're back on your old obsessive quest and you keep him busy by sending him cases to work. you send him this one because you know your son, and you know that when he realizes what he's hunting here, the same child-devouring creature he once left his little brother vulnerable to (although you never told him what he needed to look out for, and never gave him a reason behind the orders, and never explained), and that he will hound himself over it and insist upon finishing it and you allow him to do the job and you allow him to continue to take responsibility for your decisions seventeen years ago, when you left an anxious eight-year-old alone with a preschooler for three solid days to be bait for a thing that would kill them. he finishes this case thinking he's finally righted the wrong from back then, finally made up for his failure (as a CHILD) to protect his brother, to follow the orders, to obey and behave, and he'll never be corrected about this. he will insist to the boy in this episode that it's not that kid's fault, he will insist that it is not really his father's fault, no, dad gave me an order and i didn't listen. don't. don't. but nobody will ever tell him this one wasn't his fault

[saltieststar]

The Dead Three: Psychopathy and Sociopathy

Here's a little psychological analysis of two of our unhinged members of the Dead Three. Delving into character psyches is something I absolutely love. If this isn't your thing, feel free to disregard my rambling! Just some thoughts I've had while working on characterization.

I've seen Orin called a psychopath and Gortash a sociopath, but honestly, it's the other way around. Psychopaths are often born that way, while sociopaths are more shaped by their environments. So, while you'd think a born Bhaalspawn would fit the psychopath mold, Orin really doesn't. Sure, she's remorseless, but her frequent emotional outbursts and reckless, impulsive nature lean more toward sociopathy. Plus, she has a potential trigger in her past—Helena's attempt to murder her when she was young. On the other hand, if anyone fits psychopathic tendencies, it's Gortash. Even his parents admit he was always "off," that something has always been deeply wrong with our little tyrant.

Now, onto the breakdown:

Orin – Sociopathic Traits: highly impulsive, risk-taking, and violent.

Emotional Expression: Orin does experience emotion—rage, jealousy, and whatever else might have been coursing through her before Bhaal transformed her into a spiny creature—whereas psychopaths tend to be more cold and unfeeling.

Close Attachments: Orin was likely once close to the Dark Urge, with much of her behavior seemingly fueled by jealousy over his deepening bond with Gortash. She also appears quite attached to Sarevok, even idolizing him.

Poor Impulse Control: Orin often acts impulsively and recklessly, with little thought to the repercussions.

Violent: I don't think this needs a breakdown. We all know Orin.

Disregard for Law: Raised to defy laws, this trait isn't necessarily a reflection of Orin's antisocial nature—she was simply never brought up to follow society's rules.

Gortash - Psychopathic Traits: Cold, calculating, remorseless.

Psychopaths are not inherently violent.

Lack of regard for the rights and feelings of others: The entire iron throne and steel watch factory.

Feels no shame and has a lack of Guilt and Empathy: Gortash sold Karlach to the Hells without a second thought, despite her loyalty to him, even rationalizing it as "for her own good."

Inability to Form Attachments: Outside of the Dark Urge, he has no genuine relationships. Even with Durge, he manipulates any feelings he may have to serve his own goals.

Psychopaths tend to be successful: That fake charm and manipulation got him to the highest position in Baldur's Gate. He's convinced the masses that he is their savior.

Dishonesty: His name and patriar persona are part of his facade; he only reveals himself as a Flymm when it serves him and makes people think he's "one of them."

Manipulation, Narcissism, Superficial Charm: Gortash embodies these psychopathic traits perfectly.

And Gort has always been this way—you have his parents' admission and Gort's juvenile record, which I suspect occurred prior to his being sold to Raphael.

As for the Dark Urge, their characterization is really up to you. I think Durge simply is. Created, not mortal, it is simply Durge's nature.

[a-method-in-it]

If anyone wants to read the opinion, the ACLU has a link here.

And one thing I would like to draw your attention to: How often the judge cites the plaintiff's experts.

There is this tendency online to roll your eyes whenever someone publishes a study that says something like "Community Acceptance Reduces Suicidality in Trans and Gender Non Conforming Children" or "Five Year Regret Rate Among Adults Who Undergo Gender Affirming Care Below That of Other Routine Health Procedures."

People get all "Geeeeee, you mean bEiNg nIcE tO tRaNs KiDs Is GoOd FoR tHeM?????" or "Trans adults have been telling you that but sure you needed a study okay"

And like. Yes. Yes you do need a study. This is why you need a study.

Because even if you ignore the anti-intellectualism inherent in the premise there --- this idea that it isn't worth examining our assumptions to see if we can learn anything unexpected that deepens our understanding --- you need studies because studies will hold up in court.

When the government of a state like Arkansas or Florida goes before a judge and says "We think these treatments are harmful to minors" and a bunch of normal people go before a judge and say "We think these treatments are good for minors" do you know who the judge will listen to?

Well, thanks to this case you have your answer: the judge will listen to the people who bring experts who can pull out those studies you all keep making fun of.

If you read this decision, Judge Moody cites the plaintiff's experts extensively. He basically used their testimony to write his entire findings of fact, including right from the very beginning by using their definitions of gender and gender identity.

Meanwhile, the state's experts were:

A sociologist who has no training in medicine and provided no evidence for his claim that all major medical associations are wrong about how to treat trans people

A plastic surgeon who has never provided gender affirming care and who was recruited by the Alliance Defending Freedom

A pediatrician also recruited by the ADF who said there was no evidence that gender affirming care is good for minors, which the court rejected because of all the scientific evidence presented that gender affirming care is good for minors

And my personal favorite:

A licensed physician who has treated patients with gender dysphoria and doesn't even support this law he just has some concerns about how other doctors treat trans patients, none of which he had evidence for

But anyway, going back to that part about evidence. They got a pediatrician, recruited by a bunch of right wing lunatics, to say that there's no evidence to support gender affirming care as a good thing for minors and that the studies that were conducted were low quality.

The judge rejected this entirely.

From the opinion (emphasis mine):

Dr. Hruz suggested that the Court should disregard the body of research showing benefits of gender-affirming medical care for adolescents because it is low-quality research, and the studies have methodological limitations such as lack of a control group or cross-sectional design. The Court declines to do that. The Court finds that the quality of the evidence supporting gender-affirming medical interventions for adolescents with gender dysphoria is comparable to the quality of evidence supporting many other medical treatments minors and their families may pursue. And while the Court recognizes that the studies on gender-affirming medical care for adolescents, like studies in all areas of medical research, have strengths and weaknesses, it does not credit Dr. Hruz’s assessment that the entire body of research is, therefore, meaningless. The body of research, taken as a whole, shows these treatments provide significant benefits to adolescents with gender dysphoria.

This is not the first time that scientific evidence has clinched a court case over trans rights. It has been the deciding factor in a number of cases involving trans-inclusive policies at schools for things like bathroom access and participation in sports. And it is only going to get more and more important as laws like this keep getting passed.

So the next time you hear someone get snarky about "Why do they need to study that, isn't it---" THIS IS WHY. Tell that person this is why.

Having research is good. Having studies is good. The people who do these studies aren't doing research because they don't believe trans people. And even if they did, you should still want them to do the research as long as it's high-quality research because research is also what we call "evidence" which is a thing you need when you go to court.

Wanna give a quick shoutout to the federal judge last week who struck down the Arkansas law that tried to outlaw gender-affirming care for minors, not only ruling it unconstitutional, but including 311 statements of fact all going against the gender-affirming care ban in a ruling that was 80 pages long. Especially since these statements make it harder for transphobes to appeal and iirc this is considered precedent.

[allelitedweaming]

Chuck Taylor x Reader (but no actual Chuck in this installment, sorry)

Part One?

Summary: You and Orange Cassidy are hanging out alone and you accidentally confess something you never meant to say out loud.

Rated PG for some mention of drinking alcohol / being drunk

Ever since you could remember, all of your best friends had been boys. That was why you had been watching wrestling since you were just a kid, among many other personality traits that only seemed to deepen with age. But as you got older you wondered, did it make you one of those women to constantly surround yourself with men? It wasn't as if you didn't have any female friends. There was Kris and ... Well, there was Kris.

Something told you that this particular quirk wouldn't be changing anytime soon, although, if you couldn't control your feelings you might find yourself with no friends instead of all male friends.

When you first came to work for AEW, Chuck and OC were the easiest people to talk to. You found you had the most in common with them, and even where your common interests ended, you loved to listen to the two of them go on at length about Resident Evil or even basketball, which you had never followed before. You related to them and to Trent and Kris because you also had a tendency to be unpolished in your promo work. You found it easier to just be yourself in the ring and out of it, even when it was for an angle. It was what made crowds fall in love with The Best Friends, and so far it had worked for you too.

So it was just the next logical step for Tony to start to pair you guys up together. It started with one tag match with Kris, but it soon grew into something bigger, until finally you were coming out with the rest of the gang in matching tracksuits.

Just like you weren't sure if you could pinpoint the exact moment that you became an official member of the team, you also weren't sure if you could remember when you realized you had fallen completely and totally in love with Dustin. The one thing you did know was that you could never ever tell him, let alone anyone else in your tightknit group.

So what were you doing at Orange's apartment at 2 AM? How had you managed to lose track of how many beers you had had? How did he seem so calm, cool, and collected? And why did he keep bringing the topic of conversation back around to Dustin?

"Sometimes he just gets insecure, you know?" Orange took another swig from his can. He was relaxed, a slight blush to his cheeks. His hair was slightly more mussed than usual and he wasn't wearing his signature shades, but other than that you would be pressed to spot the difference between the appearance of this Orange Cassidy and the one he played on TV. Plus, he wouldn't shut up. "Sometimes when we are alone, I try to reassure him a little. He's like an older brother to me. He doesn't get what a great guy he is."

You nodded. You were trying to play it cool but your poker face is terrible. Inside, you were melting at the tender way that Orange was describing his closest pal, so you were certain it was written all over your expression. You tried to change the subject for what must have been the third time, but Orange just went on.

"Sometimes I think he's lonely. But he'd never admit it. Like, tonight for example. Tonight, I invited him over." You couldn't help but look surprised. You felt your eyebrows shoot up. Orange jabbed the hand holding his beer in your direction. "Exactly, Y/N, exactly. He turned me down when I mentioned you would be here." Orange noticed your face fall and he got apologetic. "No no no, not like that. Dustin loves you. But sometimes I think he is too scared to be vulnerable around anyone. He was too scared to be here, just the three of us."

You sank back into the couch. The room was starting to spin and you weren't sure how much of it you could actually blame on the alcohol. "I think I'm in love with him." The words bubbled out of you before you realized you were speaking and not just thinking them for the millionth time. But they were quiet.

Orange leaned in towards you, setting his beer down on the coffee table. "What?"

You turned and looked at him, but you got so embarrassed you had to cover your face. "I think I'm in love with Dustin." You peeked through your fingers and were mortified to see Orange's toothy, crooked grin staring back at you.

He shot up off the couch like a rocket. "Hot dog!" He clapped his hands together and you couldn't help but start to giggle. You felt heat rising from your neck up into your cheeks. "This is incredible news! My two best buds are going to fall in love!"

"Orange, Orange, no," you put your beer down next to his and started to wave both hands at him in protest. "You can never tell him. You can never tell anyone!"

Orange threw his hands up as if in disgust. "What?" He asked indignantly. "What are you talking about?"

"No! I shouldn't have even told you! Shit, Orange, what time is it? How much have I had to drink?"

Your blonde friend slumped back down onto the couch next to you, frowning. "I rescind my hot dog."

"It is stricken from the record. Now it's time for you to go to bed and for me to pass out on your couch. Okay?" Orange just pouted at you. "Okay?"

"Fine!"

[simpcircus]

Accidental

Warning(s): cursing, fluff

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: Sorry for taking way too long for this request! I hope I don’t disappoint you too much, anon TT

“T’as d’beaux yeux, tu sais?” The flirtatious voice of a man you knew so well entered your ears from afar and you were trying your hardest to ignore the tinge of jealousy that was currently present in your chest.

Not too far away from you, there stood Polnareff in all his glory - shooting his shot with a bunch of young looking women using his flirty lines. Him being a smooth talker is old news and everyone in the team already knew how flirty Polnareff could be. His words are so sweet as if they’re coated with honey everytime he speaks, and his dazzling smile has never failed to charm you.

While you had to admit that you did fall in love with him due to his flawless outer appearance at first, Jean Pierre Polnareff is definitely more than his loud and silly demeanour. Time and time again, your assumptions about his personality were proven wrong as he kept showing new sides of himself to you. He’s an honorable man and despite his mild narcissism, you could tell that he means well. You also learn later on that Polnareff is a compassionate person and it only adds to his many charms.

It’s practically impossible for you to not fall in love with the frenchman honestly.

You had to hold back a sigh when you heard him shoot another flirty line to the girls. You’re well aware that jealousy is a disease, especially when he’s not even your boyfriend but you couldn’t help yourself. God you wished it was you instead that he’s flirting with because your feelings for Polnareff have started to become much more serious - to the point where he’s the only person you could think about nowadays.

It scares you on how much the Frenchman could affect your mind despite him not even trying.

With the scorching sun hanging in the sky above you, the level of your annoyance only accelerated the more you heard him flirting with those women. It was hard to ignore the bitterness in your chest and at this point, anyone can spot the frown on your face as you stared at the ground in silence.

“Are you okay (y/n)?” A gruff voice grabbed your attention, successfully pulling you away from your envy filled thoughts. Your eyes were quick to look up from the ground, only to see Mr. Joestar’s concerned face. “Ah, Joestar-san. I’m fine, don't worry about it.” Your lips quickly stretched into a smile to reassure him that there was nothing to be worried about and the man nodded. However, despite the nod he gave you, it was obvious that he’s not buying it - though the man didn’t want to be seen as intrusive, which was why he decided that it’s best for him to excuse himself.

Keeping your little crush for Polnareff to yourself wasn’t as easy as you’d expected it to be. While it was unnoticeable for the other crusaders at first,the extra observant ones like Kakyoin and Avdol were able to catch up rather quickly. It’s a relief that Avdol isn’t the type to focus on unimportant stuff like this, but Kakyoin seemed like he enjoyed teasing you about your crush for Polnareff. The redhead would give you knowing looks and you couldn’t do anything to stop him. 

“I take it that you’re bothered by something, but I wonder what could it be” Kakyoin instantly appeared by your side as soon as Mr. Joestar was out of your sight, the tone of his voice was showcasing his curiosity and concern. You weren’t sure if it’s the right choice to tell the crusader about your jealousy, especially knowing that Kakyoin will tease the hell out of you later on. 

Polnareff's flirting, your deafening silence and foul mood seem to give him an idea of what’s actually going on and you could almost see a lightbulb appearing on his head when he managed to piece everything together. Kakyoin’s violet eyes went back and forth between your sulking figure and Polnareff before he continued speaking. “I don't wish to assume, but is it about him?”

‘Just how observant this guy is?’ A small thought echoed in your head as you could feel a drop of cold sweat went down your back. He figured it all out by himself and you didn’t even say anything that could hint about your feelings.

“Fine. It is about him.” The frown on your face deepened as you admitted to your feelings, and Kakyoin instantly gave you the smirk that you knew so well. It's almost like he's proud of himself for being able to guess your thoughts correctly. “Maybe you should just tell him about your crush, (y/n). How long are you planning to keep it to yourself?” 

Like hell you would.

“Non non non non non” You furiously shook your head at his suggestion, your arms were now crossed against your chest. “I would rather die than confess to him. Of course I didn’t want to die literally but you get what I mean.” Your face turned red at the thought of coming clean about your crush to the frenchman while Kakyoin let out a snicker out of amusement at your reaction.

"Even the way he speaks has rubbed off on you. Just how infatuated are you with him (y/n)?" You only glared at Kakyoin after his words but the redhead paid no attention to your silent threat.

Your friend parted his lips to continue taunting you but his words were cut off by some distant angry voices coming from Polnareff’s direction, and both of you were quick to turn to look at them. The women he was flirting with earlier looked unhappy while their mouths spouted appalling insults to the silver haired man.

“This guy really thinks he had a chance with us by relying on his shitty flirting skills. Pathetic!” 

“You think your hair is cool but it’s actually not.” 

“Your chance of getting into a relationship is probably as big as your non-existent eyebrows!”

The change in Polnareff’s facial expression wasn’t hard to spot. You were gritting your teeth while your eyes shot daggers at those women. 

“(y/n), calm down.” Kakyoin tried his best to keep your anger under control even though he’s well aware that his effort was useless. Your mood was already foul to begin with, so he wouldn’t be surprised if you do anything that could cause harm to the women. Their obnoxious laugh only fueled your anger and as soon as another insult left their lips, you started stomping your feet towards their direction. 

“Maybe you should mirror yourself first before approaching girls like us next time-” “The one who needs a mirror is you.” 

Your voice was stern as you spoke and Polnareff’s eyes widened after realizing that you came into his defense. All his life, the man has never thought there will be a day when the person he’s interested in would defend him against a bunch of rude women. It made his heart flutter and Polnareff was trying his best to keep his composure around you. Though, he had to admit that his current situation was kind of embarrassing.

“How dare you!” One of the women glared at you but you weren't intimidated at all. Your journey with the other crusaders to Egypt has led you to meet countless enemies who are stand users. With the way they're dressed - lacy overpriced dresses that hung on their bodies like table cloth, unflattering homemade curls with badly drawn eyebrows and unblended eyeshadow - you wondered what exactly Polnareff saw in them to make him want to flirt with them. A bunch of rude, unfashionable and obnoxious women wouldn't scare you.

"Hah! Looks like the guy couldn’t even stand up for himself. How sad!" 

It was the last straw for you, and your patience has finally run out, completely. As if a switch inside of your head got flipped by an unknown force, your cold eyes burnt with nothing but fury and you could tell that those women were greatly intimidated with the look in your face. They took a few steps backwards everytime you moved closer to them - while Polnareff watched in awe at how much power you have in scaring the group away. 

He instantly took note to stay on your good side.

"What rights do you have to freely insult him? Are your insecurities that bad to the point where you would settle for cheap insults instead of just politely declining his advances?" You were trying so hard to not yell out of anger. The amount of unadulterated rage you have for these women were forcing you to lash out, give them some good beating with your stand and create a scene, but the more rational side of your brain stopped those barbaric thoughts - constantly reminding you to keep your cool especially when Polnareff's around to witness your actions.

Their deafening silence gave you the green light to continue talking and defend the frenchman who has stolen your heart. "Haven't you heard? If you have nothing nice to say then it's better if you just stay silent. This so-called 'pathetic' man might look 'uncool' or 'sad' but that still doesn't give you the right to insult him." 

Polnareff wasn't sure if he should be offended by your words, or feel grateful that you're trying to stand up for him. Either way, his pride has taken a little hit.

"So you're defending him, yet your words implied that he is indeed, uncool and sad. Wasn't that a contradiction?-" "I'm not done yet!" 

Your fists clenched by your sides while your nails digged into the flesh of your palms. At this point, all your thoughts about Polnareff have spiralled out of control and words of appreciation on the tip of your tongue are threatening to spill out from your mouth. You couldn't bear the thought of letting other people see him as a terrible person when he's not. You couldn't bear the thought of letting other people look down on him just because of his flirting tendency.

"I obviously can't change your opinion towards him, but I'll let you know that you're wrong."

All your life, you have always held onto the whole 'opinions couldn't be wrong because everyone has different perspectives' concept. However, this time's an exception.

“This guy right here” You paused your sentence to point your finger at Polnareff, your eyebrows furrowed in determination to prove those women wrong. “He’s AMAZING” 

"He's more than how he appears. You probably think of him as a degenerate, but let me tell you again, you're wrong. He's great and he cares a lot for his friends." Your mind reverted back to the time when Polnareff risked his own safety just to save you. The enemy stand was too strong for you to defeat on your own, but you were still reckless at that time - which was why you were so quick to throw yourself into the battle despite all the warnings from the other crusaders. If it wasn't for him, you probably would have died.

"Polnareff doesn't deserve any of your insults! He almost got himself killed to save me, and I'll be damned if I say I didn't feel bad about it. All this time, I thought of him shallowly - just a prideful man who loves to boast about his abilities to literal strangers, but I was just as wrong as you are."

Polnareff stayed in silence as he listened to your words, his mouth slightly agape with shock. Butterflies fill in his stomach with every word of appreciation that leaves your mouth. Is this a dream? Or reality? He just simply couldn't believe it - his crush is speaking highly of him. 

"The more you know him, the more charming he gets and I'm happy to know him as the person he really is. There isn't a day when I would complain about our fated encounter. It almost felt like a blessing, even, to know Polnareff. Everything about him is perfect despite his flaws. If you couldn't accept someone's flaws and opt to insult them instead, then I would kindly ask you to stop and leave. Your negativity and audacity aren't needed here." 

It does feel nice to be able to speak out your thoughts.You had to mentally congratulate yourself for not completely losing your cool and still remain respectful while you were trying to defend Polnareff. However, those angry women seemed to target their fatuous insults towards you, but it was a relief that their attention wasn't fully directed towards the frenchman behind you.

"Look at them desperately trying to defend that walking trash." 

"They probably like that poor excuse of a man so much."

"Where has their taste in men gone to?”

With the level of your anger increasing again, your brain could no longer think rationally as you began verbally lashing out on them, the tone of your voice raising higher and higher the more you spoke. 

"What the hell is wrong with you? Are you so idiotic that I have to repeat myself? I said, you have no right to insult people. Yet here you are, still running your foul mouths like it's the only thing you could do in your sad life!"

Their faces turned pale at your outburst and Polnareff was getting more and more worried for you.

"H-hey (y/n).. Let's just leave-" 

"No, Pol. I'm not going to let them get away - not after they've horribly insulted you."

You took one final step closer towards the group and they weren't moving an inch, as if you were about to end their lives in the most brutal way if they do.

"Jean Pierre Polnareff is a beautiful man inside out and it saddens me that your eyes have failed to capture his magnificence. He is the literal manifestation of art and inner beauty itself. Flaws or not, he's perfect in every way and I love him for who he is!"

And just like that, your biggest secret was no longer a secret. Polnareff was in utter shock, his eyes widened as he looked at you in disbelief. His face was covered in red; a rare shy response to your accidental confession - but you had it worse than him. The embarrassment you had for your own sudden, unplanned confession was unbearable and you wished you could just throw yourself deep into the depths of the atlantic ocean, never to be found again.

"L-let's just leave these two idiots, girls! We're clearly wasting our precious time here."

The women quickly turned to the opposite direction and left while grumbling about how scary you were, but you didn't pay much attention to them. Not when Polnareff has found out about your feelings for him. 

Other than embarrassment, there was fear present in your chest as you didn't dare to look directly at him. Your heart was pounding loudly as you stood there in silence, awaiting for Polnareff's response. After a long moment of speechlessness, the silver haired man finally cleared his throat to ease the tense in the air.

"Thank you for having my back, amour. Those girls are being mean to me for no reason!" Polnareff's tone was lighthearted as he spoke and you quickly shook your head. "I-it's fine. I'm just trying to help, that's all." You still weren't able to look at him in the eye and Polnareff took an initiative to confirm his suspicions about your feelings for him.

"Say.. (y/n), do you really mean what you said earlier?" 

A nervous laugh immediately left your lips as you rubbed your nape, your face still red from embarrassment. "Oh about the whole 'you're a great person and no one should insult you' thing? Of course! Insulting people is a bad thing to do anyways-" 

"(y/n), mon amour."

You froze as your brain finally comprehended the fact that he called you 'amour' and your face only got redder than before. Did he really feel the same? Does Polnareff like like you?

The dumbfounded look on your face only caused him to laugh, and you'd dare say it was music to your ears. However, a small sigh left his lips shortly after he was done laughing. "Though, this is a little unfortunate, cherie. I've made an extravagant plan on how I wanted to confess to you but looks like you've beaten me to it!"

"Wait- you like me too, Polnareff?"

Polnareff let out a playful chuckle before decreasing the distance between the two of you, and leaned in towards your direction. Despite his playfulness during the current moment, there was warmth and adoration in his gorgeous blue eyes as he looked at you. "What if I say yes? Will I get a kiss, ange?" 

You had no idea where your sudden surge of confidence came from, but it was surely useful for your current situation. Flashing him a cheeky smile to match his playful demeanour, you gave him a quick 'sure' before leaning into him and planted a quick yet sweet kiss on the corner of his lips, purposely missing his actual lips. 

Polnareff was the one left in shock and just when he was about to whine about your little kiss, you were already walking away with a giggle. "Come on, let's get going Polnareff! Jotaro's gonna get mad at us if we're late"