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[ the night (or day?) wears on, and while the heels never become more comfortable, at least he feels steadier with the tray. he's even somehow been memorizing bits and pieces of the casino floor despite the endless walls of slots and the identical felt-top tables. he's just about at the end of his rope, with his heels rubbed raw and the uniform-staple ears long-since lost to an especially drunken guest, when he approaches the bar one last time to drop off his final empty tray for the shift.
the smoke doesn't catch his attention, not after inhaling so much of it he might as well need the nicotine himself now. but that familiar dark brow and pale purple sheen? he'd know it anywhere, by now. jotaro on the other hand, is almost unrecognizable without his hat and jacket. were it not for the warm grumble in his voice being such a dead giveaway, kakyouin might've just breezed past, assuming it was yet another impatient demand for the attention of the overworked bar staff.
shame and relief mingle in his body language and all over his face as he sidles closer to where jotaro sits. to be seen like this? beyond humiliating. but to see a familiar face? almost worth the price. ]
Let me know if you want something. I bet I could duck behind there and get it for you and they'd never bat an eye.
[ gratitude mostly wins out and a smile spreads over his face. it's probably the first genuine one he's had since his arrival, and definitely since being thrown into a job he's hardly qualified for. the urge to lean coquettishly against the counter comes almost naturally now—so much so that he actually stops himself in the middle of the act, and his ears turn a color to match his hair. the tray, having not quite left his arms, is clutched against his chest instead, covering up most of the exposed skin along with the (surprisingly) flattering sweetheart neckline. ]
...Any idea if this place is related to Dio at all?
( he should be focused on the question itself, and focused on the implication: even in death, it feels like dio hangs over them like a specter that will never quite disappear, always at the corner of his gaze, slightly out of focus. it frustrates him that he has to think about it, after everything that happened--but it's required of him, and he's not the kind of person to foist responsibility off onto someone else.
there's a faint shake of his head. ) No. I don't feel anything. I don't see anything.
( he should be focused on that. what he's focused on, instead, is the slight hint of skin that he sees, peeking over the rim of kakyouin's tray. he's pressed it to his chest as though to hide the front of his outfit, and that, in and of itself, should be enough to tell him, silently, to leave it alone.
maybe this place is actually getting to him. it's a ridiculous concept, but he can't help the way he drags the cigarette out of his mouth, reluctantly, to stub it against the ashtray, as though his mouth should be occupied with something else. )
Do they still have you working? ( there's a brief nod, a tip upward of his chin towards the rest of the bar. ) If you're not done yet, we can find you something else to wear.
( despite how good he looks in it, kakyouin shouldn't be subjected to something like this; it bothers him in a way he can't explain. maybe it's the fact that he can already sense eyes on the two of them, and he knows for damn sure that no one's out here ogling his sleek black get-up. with a bit of a sour twist of his mouth, he lets out a sigh. )
[ he breathes a gentle sigh of relief, his body relaxing almost like a snapped rubber band. his shoulders drop, the tension in his jaw abates, the ache in his arches throbs powerfully as his feet threaten to never work again once he finally takes a seat.
no dio. not here, anyway...which likely means he's still somewhere out there, where everyone else is. is the mission even possible being two bodies down? the clean, quiet halls of the kujoh estate rush back into mind, the smell of cedar and wood polish and shoji. the grim explanation of the urgency of the trip to egypt. with each reminder, the smile fades from kakyouin's face into something more somber and attentive. maybe that's why jotaro's expression feels so unreadable as he pulls the butt from his mouth and leaves it beside the other. ]
I think they would. But I don't think that I can stand another minute of this today. [ his weight shifts from one hip to the other, self-soothing now that he's stopped moving. ] I told them I'd pick up another shift another time.
[ there's more he wants to say. excuses, maybe, or some kind of explanation of why the uniform isn't the worst of it, or that despite appearances he's almost become comfortable. but the words vanish like a trail of cigarette smoke, and his ears flare up again like a cherry. sure people have probably been staring all night, for one reason or another, but he's been doing his best to ignore them. just like he is now, amethyst stare practically boring holes into jotaro's shoulder to avoid looking anywhere else.
but especially at jotaro's face. ]
Will you walk with me back to the staff room? I have something plain I can change into there.
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the smoke doesn't catch his attention, not after inhaling so much of it he might as well need the nicotine himself now. but that familiar dark brow and pale purple sheen? he'd know it anywhere, by now. jotaro on the other hand, is almost unrecognizable without his hat and jacket. were it not for the warm grumble in his voice being such a dead giveaway, kakyouin might've just breezed past, assuming it was yet another impatient demand for the attention of the overworked bar staff.
shame and relief mingle in his body language and all over his face as he sidles closer to where jotaro sits. to be seen like this? beyond humiliating. but to see a familiar face? almost worth the price. ]
Let me know if you want something. I bet I could duck behind there and get it for you and they'd never bat an eye.
[ gratitude mostly wins out and a smile spreads over his face. it's probably the first genuine one he's had since his arrival, and definitely since being thrown into a job he's hardly qualified for. the urge to lean coquettishly against the counter comes almost naturally now—so much so that he actually stops himself in the middle of the act, and his ears turn a color to match his hair. the tray, having not quite left his arms, is clutched against his chest instead, covering up most of the exposed skin along with the (surprisingly) flattering sweetheart neckline. ]
...Any idea if this place is related to Dio at all?
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there's a faint shake of his head. ) No. I don't feel anything. I don't see anything.
( he should be focused on that. what he's focused on, instead, is the slight hint of skin that he sees, peeking over the rim of kakyouin's tray. he's pressed it to his chest as though to hide the front of his outfit, and that, in and of itself, should be enough to tell him, silently, to leave it alone.
maybe this place is actually getting to him. it's a ridiculous concept, but he can't help the way he drags the cigarette out of his mouth, reluctantly, to stub it against the ashtray, as though his mouth should be occupied with something else. )
Do they still have you working? ( there's a brief nod, a tip upward of his chin towards the rest of the bar. ) If you're not done yet, we can find you something else to wear.
( despite how good he looks in it, kakyouin shouldn't be subjected to something like this; it bothers him in a way he can't explain. maybe it's the fact that he can already sense eyes on the two of them, and he knows for damn sure that no one's out here ogling his sleek black get-up. with a bit of a sour twist of his mouth, he lets out a sigh. )
...What a pain. People are staring at your legs.
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no dio. not here, anyway...which likely means he's still somewhere out there, where everyone else is. is the mission even possible being two bodies down? the clean, quiet halls of the kujoh estate rush back into mind, the smell of cedar and wood polish and shoji. the grim explanation of the urgency of the trip to egypt. with each reminder, the smile fades from kakyouin's face into something more somber and attentive. maybe that's why jotaro's expression feels so unreadable as he pulls the butt from his mouth and leaves it beside the other. ]
I think they would. But I don't think that I can stand another minute of this today. [ his weight shifts from one hip to the other, self-soothing now that he's stopped moving. ] I told them I'd pick up another shift another time.
[ there's more he wants to say. excuses, maybe, or some kind of explanation of why the uniform isn't the worst of it, or that despite appearances he's almost become comfortable. but the words vanish like a trail of cigarette smoke, and his ears flare up again like a cherry. sure people have probably been staring all night, for one reason or another, but he's been doing his best to ignore them. just like he is now, amethyst stare practically boring holes into jotaro's shoulder to avoid looking anywhere else.
but especially at jotaro's face. ]
Will you walk with me back to the staff room? I have something plain I can change into there.