obviously when he leasts expects it i love jotaro but he definitely deserves that kind of surprise he still deserves it from that whole pickup line business
you're very threatening with your legs do you know that like at this point i think you can definitely classify them as weaponized
i'm kind of shocked i havent actually you'd think nine months knowing you i'd have seen it all still haven't seen you in a skirt either i feel like im kind of missing out
just don't kick ME if i can make it to 23 without any broken noses i'm going to count it as a win you should swing by the den soon i mean skirt or not i want to shoot pool with someone
[He can just shoot on his own in the meantime. It's late enough in the day he has a beer cracked open, but that's hardly indicative of his sobriety; just a reminder of how stressful this past two weeks have been.]
[The city was quiet enough that Kakyoin decided it would draw few if any weird looks to go out in just that--a white collared shirt, the skirt from Polnareff, and the heels from Giorno. It felt a little ridiculous to just relegate something like that to the house, but Kakyoin couldn't quite help but bristle at the mere concept of being looked at like he was weird or unusual.]
[Either way, he made it to the Den with no real trouble, pushing his glasses into place and walking inside.]
[He'd been a little nervous, truth be told. Not because he had any problem with it, but because he was a little afraid he'd do something wrong and send Kakyoin reeling. The guy had already felt like an outsider from his parents and his schoolmates; Polnareff would never forgive himself if he made him feel that way too.
But so: Kakyoin walked in, right, and it was . . . different, for sure. That was no bad thing, but it was different, and he blinked once or twice before offering a grin.
He looked good.]
Yeah. You're definitely gonna kill him with that. Christ, I'm good, it fits perfectly, I oughta buy all your clothes from now on. Grab a cue-- that's the sticks.
[Kakyoin laughed just a bit awkwardly at Polnareff's appraisal--like he'd been nervous and was relieved there was no real reason for it. Trying to play that off, he shrugged and picked up a cue.]
It's pretty comfortable, too. You did a great job.
[He starts racking the balls, not really paying much attention to the order they go in. This isn't exactly a high-stakes game. Setting them up, he lines the cue ball and nods to Kakyoin.]
All right: you see how there's two different kinds of balls? Striped and solid. We shoot until one of us lands a ball into a pocket, and then that's the side we're on. From there, the point is to land all of your type of ball into the pockets, except for the solid black one, the 8-ball. That's for last, once you land all your types in. First one to do it all wins. Uh-- oh, you take turns, back and forth, unless you land a ball in, then you get to just keep going until you miss.
Yeah! They're pretty basic rules, the trick of it is knowing how to get the shot in. And then learning how to do tricky stuff, but we'll save that for later.
So for holding the cue, right, it's like this--
[He demonstrates: holding the base of the cue in his right hand, threading it under his left thumb and between his pointer and middle fingers.]
There's a couple different ways to hold it, but the point is to make as accurate and strong a hit as you can. This works for me, but there's no rule against experimenting.
[He pushes the cue a few times in demonstration before bending over, eyes narrowing. It isn't as if Kakyoin knows much better, but Polnareff is only human and he wants to impress. The cue ball cracks against the balls, scattering them, and Polnareff grins.]
So it comes down to simple physics and geometry. [That came with a confident smirk, Kakyoin scrutinizing the table's arrangement carefully. This seemed right up his alley, so to speak.]
That does seem easy. [Kakyoin leaned over and lined up a shot, the cue ball striking the solid orange 5 and sending it in a sharp angle to rest a few inches from the corner pocket. Aiming was laughably simple, but mastering the correct force was going to be a bit trickier.]
Yeah, I figured you'd be pretty good at this. See, shit like this is why I'm pissed we don't have money; between the three of us I bet we could rack in some serious cash.
[The 12-ball was fairly near the opposite corner; Polnareff set his sights on it as he spoke.]
When you get good at it, you can start naming shots. Like . . . 12-ball, corner pocket.
[It was an easy shot, and he grinned as he sank it.]
Now just imagine doing that, but when it's tricky and you've got fifty euros riding on it.
I am not nearly stupid enough to leap to wagering my soul a second time, thank you very much. If we meet another enemy like that, we're skipping the game and beating the hell out of them.
I dunno, it was kind of fun watching D'arby lose his fucking mind when Jotaro bluffed him.
[Or, well. See the aftermath. Whichever.]
But right, got it: stick to hustling bars. I'll charm em and you destroy them. You've got the innocent look, it'll be perfect, nobody'll think you're a force of nature.
[It was a surprisingly quick game. Kakyoin had sunk in another two; Polnareff sank in another ball, matching him. The score was three each; they only had another four to go.]
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Date: 2016-08-16 01:43 am (UTC)What do you think? Should I give him fair warning, or just walk in wearing it when he least expects it?
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Date: 2016-08-16 01:47 am (UTC)i love jotaro but he definitely deserves that kind of surprise
he still deserves it from that whole pickup line business
you're very threatening with your legs do you know that
like at this point i think you can definitely classify them as weaponized
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Date: 2016-08-16 01:49 am (UTC)[calm down]
But you are, in fact, entirely correct.
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Date: 2016-08-16 01:55 am (UTC)you'd think nine months knowing you i'd have seen it all
still haven't seen you in a skirt either
i feel like im kind of missing out
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Date: 2016-08-16 01:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-16 02:02 am (UTC)if i can make it to 23 without any broken noses i'm going to count it as a win
you should swing by the den soon
i mean skirt or not
i want to shoot pool with someone
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Date: 2016-08-16 02:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-16 02:05 am (UTC)nine months and i haven't taught you??
shit kakyoin come down right now
its easy you'll be good at it
its all angles
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Date: 2016-08-16 02:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-16 02:13 am (UTC)[He can just shoot on his own in the meantime. It's late enough in the day he has a beer cracked open, but that's hardly indicative of his sobriety; just a reminder of how stressful this past two weeks have been.]
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Date: 2016-08-16 02:20 am (UTC)[Either way, he made it to the Den with no real trouble, pushing his glasses into place and walking inside.]
Hey. Didn't keep you waiting, did I?
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Date: 2016-08-16 02:34 am (UTC)[He'd been a little nervous, truth be told. Not because he had any problem with it, but because he was a little afraid he'd do something wrong and send Kakyoin reeling. The guy had already felt like an outsider from his parents and his schoolmates; Polnareff would never forgive himself if he made him feel that way too.
But so: Kakyoin walked in, right, and it was . . . different, for sure. That was no bad thing, but it was different, and he blinked once or twice before offering a grin.
He looked good.]
Yeah. You're definitely gonna kill him with that. Christ, I'm good, it fits perfectly, I oughta buy all your clothes from now on. Grab a cue-- that's the sticks.
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Date: 2016-08-16 02:40 am (UTC)It's pretty comfortable, too. You did a great job.
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Date: 2016-08-16 02:56 am (UTC)[He starts racking the balls, not really paying much attention to the order they go in. This isn't exactly a high-stakes game. Setting them up, he lines the cue ball and nods to Kakyoin.]
All right: you see how there's two different kinds of balls? Striped and solid. We shoot until one of us lands a ball into a pocket, and then that's the side we're on. From there, the point is to land all of your type of ball into the pockets, except for the solid black one, the 8-ball. That's for last, once you land all your types in. First one to do it all wins. Uh-- oh, you take turns, back and forth, unless you land a ball in, then you get to just keep going until you miss.
Make sense?
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Date: 2016-08-16 02:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-16 03:08 am (UTC)So for holding the cue, right, it's like this--
[He demonstrates: holding the base of the cue in his right hand, threading it under his left thumb and between his pointer and middle fingers.]
There's a couple different ways to hold it, but the point is to make as accurate and strong a hit as you can. This works for me, but there's no rule against experimenting.
[He pushes the cue a few times in demonstration before bending over, eyes narrowing. It isn't as if Kakyoin knows much better, but Polnareff is only human and he wants to impress. The cue ball cracks against the balls, scattering them, and Polnareff grins.]
All right. Let's start.
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Date: 2016-08-16 03:16 am (UTC)That does seem easy. [Kakyoin leaned over and lined up a shot, the cue ball striking the solid orange 5 and sending it in a sharp angle to rest a few inches from the corner pocket. Aiming was laughably simple, but mastering the correct force was going to be a bit trickier.]
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Date: 2016-08-16 03:24 am (UTC)[The 12-ball was fairly near the opposite corner; Polnareff set his sights on it as he spoke.]
When you get good at it, you can start naming shots. Like . . . 12-ball, corner pocket.
[It was an easy shot, and he grinned as he sank it.]
Now just imagine doing that, but when it's tricky and you've got fifty euros riding on it.
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Date: 2016-08-16 03:30 am (UTC)[He aimed at the 5 again, knocking it in without a problem.]
...But on the other hand, I think this might be something I could be very skilled with.
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Date: 2016-08-16 04:04 am (UTC)[This might turn out to be an actual game. He'd known Kakyoin would be good at it, of course, but he hadn't thought it'd be so quickly.]
I'm just saying: if we ever have to deal with another piece of shit gambling enemy, we're gonna crush em at pool.
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Date: 2016-08-16 04:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-16 04:10 am (UTC)[Or, well. See the aftermath. Whichever.]
But right, got it: stick to hustling bars. I'll charm em and you destroy them. You've got the innocent look, it'll be perfect, nobody'll think you're a force of nature.
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Date: 2016-08-16 04:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-16 04:16 am (UTC)[It was a surprisingly quick game. Kakyoin had sunk in another two; Polnareff sank in another ball, matching him. The score was three each; they only had another four to go.]
Wanna try something tricky?
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Date: 2016-08-16 04:24 am (UTC)(no subject)
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