I know that you didn't, Jojo. Even if that was your plan, I don't think something like that would really bother me.
[He ran a hand through Jotaro's hair, tension in his back and shoulders gradually fading as he thought over what to say next. After a short silence, Kakyoin continued in a quiet, careful tone.]
...Giorno would have fixed it if I asked. Probably if I so much as hinted at the idea that was what I wanted. But it's...not, as weird as that probably sounds. If it ever becomes a liability in a fight again, maybe. But I don't want this to just disappear.
[Curling thin fingers loosely in Jotaro's hair, Kakyoin sighed and tried to figure out the right way to say what he was thinking. It sounded a little crazy in concept--who wouldn't want something that uncomfortable and inconvenient gone, given the choice?]
Saying they don't bother me would be a lie. I don't want anyone else to see them if I can help it, but it's still not something I'm ashamed of. It's exactly as you say--part of who I am now. And as much as we should be learning to leave behind, there are still some smaller things about Egypt that I think I want to hold on to.
[As horrific and traumatizing as that night had been for both of them, Kakyoin knew exactly why he didn't want the tangible reminder gone--because it was a reminder. He'd stood against what he had once been terrified of, and despite everything he had technically lived to talk about it. As much as the scattered marks on his body were a remnant of anguish and defeat, they were just like the ones on his face: proof that he could come back stronger as long as he refused to give in.]
[He wanted to stay the person he'd become between November and January; the stubborn Kakyoin that refused to be afraid, the one that could keep going no matter what stood in front of him, that would keep living past January and beyond Cairo.]
...But since the way I look doesn't bother you, I'd really like to do that sometime.
[Even if they were talking openly about the subject, he didn't want to voice the real reason he had been so concerned--the lingering certainty that Jotaro had seen a water-soaked and bloodstained corpse with a hole through it, and the worry that was what he was going to see looking at the still-living and breathing Kakyoin now.]
But only if you do the same for me. It's hardly fair that only one of us is going to look spectacular for the other, isn't it?
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You're asking me to dress up for you? Like the last time, or something else?
[But the lightheartedness gradually takes a backseat as he settles into the attention he's being offered, shifting and adjusting until he's comfortable with his head propped against Kakyoin's and his hands skimming slow and methodical circles over the redhead's scars.]
...You know I want you to do what's right for you. Whether it's keeping them, erasing them...if one day you wake up and change your mind, I'll still support you in it. Just so long as they're not hurting you. That's the only thing, so as long as they're not...then the rest is your decision, and I don't have or need or want a say in it.
Something like last time would be fun. You could use a different shade of lipstick though--that last one was way too light, I think.
[Kakyoin listened with a small smile, hand starting to move in a comforting gesture through his hair again. He didn't freeze up this time, instead calmly picking back up with the more serious line of thought.]
I promised you when you first got here that I would tell you if I had a difficult time and needed help, or if it was a problem. I meant that, and I've never once tried to hide anything from you when it comes to this. When it hurts, I'll tell you. If it ever hurts so much that I can't keep going, or I hold the rest of you back--then I won't argue, and I'll talk to Giorno about it.
But I'm okay. Right now, and most of the time--it doesn't hurt anymore. I promise that I'm not in pain, so you shouldn't worry or think that I might be.
That's really cool...I guess it makes sense that things like this must exist eventually, with whatever kind of technological advancements might happen in the future.
[Look at this kid. He is practically sparkling with stars in his eyes over here.]
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[He ran a hand through Jotaro's hair, tension in his back and shoulders gradually fading as he thought over what to say next. After a short silence, Kakyoin continued in a quiet, careful tone.]
...Giorno would have fixed it if I asked. Probably if I so much as hinted at the idea that was what I wanted. But it's...not, as weird as that probably sounds. If it ever becomes a liability in a fight again, maybe. But I don't want this to just disappear.
[Curling thin fingers loosely in Jotaro's hair, Kakyoin sighed and tried to figure out the right way to say what he was thinking. It sounded a little crazy in concept--who wouldn't want something that uncomfortable and inconvenient gone, given the choice?]
Saying they don't bother me would be a lie. I don't want anyone else to see them if I can help it, but it's still not something I'm ashamed of. It's exactly as you say--part of who I am now. And as much as we should be learning to leave behind, there are still some smaller things about Egypt that I think I want to hold on to.
[As horrific and traumatizing as that night had been for both of them, Kakyoin knew exactly why he didn't want the tangible reminder gone--because it was a reminder. He'd stood against what he had once been terrified of, and despite everything he had technically lived to talk about it. As much as the scattered marks on his body were a remnant of anguish and defeat, they were just like the ones on his face: proof that he could come back stronger as long as he refused to give in.]
[He wanted to stay the person he'd become between November and January; the stubborn Kakyoin that refused to be afraid, the one that could keep going no matter what stood in front of him, that would keep living past January and beyond Cairo.]
...But since the way I look doesn't bother you, I'd really like to do that sometime.
[Even if they were talking openly about the subject, he didn't want to voice the real reason he had been so concerned--the lingering certainty that Jotaro had seen a water-soaked and bloodstained corpse with a hole through it, and the worry that was what he was going to see looking at the still-living and breathing Kakyoin now.]
But only if you do the same for me. It's hardly fair that only one of us is going to look spectacular for the other, isn't it?
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[But the lightheartedness gradually takes a backseat as he settles into the attention he's being offered, shifting and adjusting until he's comfortable with his head propped against Kakyoin's and his hands skimming slow and methodical circles over the redhead's scars.]
...You know I want you to do what's right for you. Whether it's keeping them, erasing them...if one day you wake up and change your mind, I'll still support you in it. Just so long as they're not hurting you. That's the only thing, so as long as they're not...then the rest is your decision, and I don't have or need or want a say in it.
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[Kakyoin listened with a small smile, hand starting to move in a comforting gesture through his hair again. He didn't freeze up this time, instead calmly picking back up with the more serious line of thought.]
I promised you when you first got here that I would tell you if I had a difficult time and needed help, or if it was a problem. I meant that, and I've never once tried to hide anything from you when it comes to this. When it hurts, I'll tell you. If it ever hurts so much that I can't keep going, or I hold the rest of you back--then I won't argue, and I'll talk to Giorno about it.
But I'm okay. Right now, and most of the time--it doesn't hurt anymore. I promise that I'm not in pain, so you shouldn't worry or think that I might be.
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[He hums softly.]
I think that pin is going to end up being as much a gift for me as it is for you. So it's not the only thing I have for showing you.
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[Worrying about worrying. This was a new level of ridiculous.]
It's not, huh? What else is there?
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[He shifts, reaching back to the same place from which he retrieved the first box, and this time he produces what appears to be...a Game Boy Color.]
Look. It's a video game you can carry around with you...I guess.
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[WHAT IS THIS WITCHCRAFT]
Are you serious? Where'd you get something like that?
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[WITNESS IT, NOODLEBAE. WITNESS IT.]
Figured I had the arcade already, so I might as well snatch up a...carry-around arcade. Video game. Thing. Too.
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[Look at this kid. He is practically sparkling with stars in his eyes over here.]
So what kind of game is it?
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[WHAT A GUY.]
Here. Go ahead.
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[let's just find the power switch and turn that sucker on, we are on an adventure of nerdiness today.]