[It was right about then that Kakyoin caught on to something being notably different than expected. He couldn't gauge what that meant immediately, but the fact that something was left him feeling just a little unsettled. Relax, he quickly reminded himself. Jotaro isn't going to think you're different.]
[Almost hesitantly, the door wavered and then opened, and Jotaro emerged from behind it with squared shoulders but something in the body language that made it look as though he was doing his best not to fidget, despite all strong temptations toward doing precisely that.
Gone were the gakuran and the uniform pants; the Jotaro that stepped into the room was wearing the pieces of the outfit he'd worn to their housewarming party, tailored pants and white collared shirt and a black vest with a tie knotted sharply at his throat. The long sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and for once his feet were covered in thin black socks rather than going barefoot. Also gone was his hat; in its place, his hair had been slicked with gel and smoothed back off his face with crisp, visible comb-strokes, and on his face —
Without the brim of his hat to get in the way, his green eyes were on full display — and so was the thin band of eyeliner running along his lashline and winging just barely off of the corner, and the peach-orange lipstick smoothed in thin swipes over his mouth.
To say he looked massively uncomfortable was probably an understatement, and yet it was still plain to see that "uncomfortable" was a very separate thing from "miserable"; his movements were gawky but not sullen, like a puppy getting used to its oversize paws, and he kept pressing his lips together as though he wanted to chew on them but kept remembering that he couldn't, from the color there.
Thus: a somewhat un-Jotaro Jotaro, having done his best to clean up, and quite possibly doing a pretty damn good imitation of James Bond — or at least, that was probably his idea before he'd decided to add on a little makeup as the icing on the cake of valiant attempts.]
I-I wanted to...
[He came to a stop, in full view, and glanced down over himself before making himself look back up at Kakyoin again.]
I think...it's good that you're trying new things. I thought maybe it'd be good if...if you didn't have to be the only one trying them. I mean — I don't think it's weird. But if it's weird then we're weird together. ...Now.
[Is this how you do supportive? Maybe. He's doing his best, at least.]
[No amount of strategy could have quite prepared him for that, and after a few seconds Kakyoin realized he was the one staring. Violet eyes ticked down a silent list; hair, eyes, makeup, tie, suit, eyes again.]
You--
['Holy shit' was not an appropriate response, and for a moment he fumbled for an actual constructed answer before remembering Jotaro's own approach.]
It...that really...brings out your eyes. They look brighter, I mean.
...It's new. I don't...really understand how people get used to having stuff on their mouth. It feels sticky and heavy. Heavier on my eyes, too, the...stuff.
[He paused a minute, hesitating, and looked himself over again.]
I don't really feel like myself. Because — when I think of "myself", I think of what I'm used to, and I'm not used to this. So it feels like I'm...playing, sort of. Like little kids play dress-up.
...
But the way you're looking at me is how I felt when I saw you in that dress.
[Kakyoin's first reaction was to laugh--at himself rather than Jotaro, embarrassed and turning faintly red.]
I'm that transparent, huh? You look...you look nice. [A massive understatement, judging by the wide smile on Kakyoin's face.] Really nice. [Slight improvement.]
I didn't really feel comfortable in it at first either. They're a hell of a lot different from a school uniform either way. I mean. i'm trying to say that...if you're really uncomfortable, or you decide you are, you don't have to keep it up just for my sake. I'd rather have you be comfortable as yourself than anything else.
...I was thinking, maybe I won't ever get comfortable with something unless I get through being uncomfortable with it first. And...I don't think I would want to look like this all the time.
[...]
But if it were just...playing. Like costume playing. Then it feels different. Because then I don't have to be...me, exactly. I don't know if that makes sense.
[That was all the green light Kakyoin needed, taking a few quick steps over and carefully contemplating his next move. Evaluating the situation by glancing up and down Jotaro's outfit again, he settled on curling his fingers around Jotaro's tie at a careful, deliberate pace and lightly tugging on it enough to pull him into an equally meticulous and thorough kiss.]
[Content to oblige, he let himself be pulled down — and in fact, maybe that was part of the incentive to wear a tie in the first place, along with just being dapper — and kissed, brow furrowing slightly when he felt the lipstick indeed begin to smudge, but otherwise satisfied to let Kakyoin lead and do as he pleased.]
[His hands moved; one drifting to Jotaro's shoulder to let him pull back if he wanted to, and the other touching his face in a silently encouraging gesture.]
[They were both going to look like a complete mess after this, but Kakyoin decided that was more than worth it.]
[They did, in fact, as he pulled back very slightly. Half of the color that had been on his mouth was now smudged on Kakyoin's, and he could already feel the other half smeared toward one corner of his own lips, out of place and leaving him looking a little bit disastrous, for all that the rest of him was well put-together.]
That's exactly right. Even if I change my name again or wear a hundred different unexpected outfits, you'll still know me as well as I know you. [That came out quietly, in between a number of kisses to Jotaro's throat.]
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Date: 2016-05-28 08:26 pm (UTC)[It was right about then that Kakyoin caught on to something being notably different than expected. He couldn't gauge what that meant immediately, but the fact that something was left him feeling just a little unsettled. Relax, he quickly reminded himself. Jotaro isn't going to think you're different.]
What about it?
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Date: 2016-05-28 08:49 pm (UTC)[Almost hesitantly, the door wavered and then opened, and Jotaro emerged from behind it with squared shoulders but something in the body language that made it look as though he was doing his best not to fidget, despite all strong temptations toward doing precisely that.
Gone were the gakuran and the uniform pants; the Jotaro that stepped into the room was wearing the pieces of the outfit he'd worn to their housewarming party, tailored pants and white collared shirt and a black vest with a tie knotted sharply at his throat. The long sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and for once his feet were covered in thin black socks rather than going barefoot. Also gone was his hat; in its place, his hair had been slicked with gel and smoothed back off his face with crisp, visible comb-strokes, and on his face —
Without the brim of his hat to get in the way, his green eyes were on full display — and so was the thin band of eyeliner running along his lashline and winging just barely off of the corner, and the peach-orange lipstick smoothed in thin swipes over his mouth.
To say he looked massively uncomfortable was probably an understatement, and yet it was still plain to see that "uncomfortable" was a very separate thing from "miserable"; his movements were gawky but not sullen, like a puppy getting used to its oversize paws, and he kept pressing his lips together as though he wanted to chew on them but kept remembering that he couldn't, from the color there.
Thus: a somewhat un-Jotaro Jotaro, having done his best to clean up, and quite possibly doing a pretty damn good imitation of James Bond — or at least, that was probably his idea before he'd decided to add on a little makeup as the icing on the cake of valiant attempts.]
I-I wanted to...
[He came to a stop, in full view, and glanced down over himself before making himself look back up at Kakyoin again.]
I think...it's good that you're trying new things. I thought maybe it'd be good if...if you didn't have to be the only one trying them. I mean — I don't think it's weird. But if it's weird then we're weird together. ...Now.
[Is this how you do supportive? Maybe. He's doing his best, at least.]
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Date: 2016-05-28 09:05 pm (UTC)[No amount of strategy could have quite prepared him for that, and after a few seconds Kakyoin realized he was the one staring. Violet eyes ticked down a silent list; hair, eyes, makeup, tie, suit, eyes again.]
You--
['Holy shit' was not an appropriate response, and for a moment he fumbled for an actual constructed answer before remembering Jotaro's own approach.]
It...that really...brings out your eyes. They look brighter, I mean.
[#nailedit?]
What do you think about it?
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Date: 2016-05-28 09:12 pm (UTC)[He paused a minute, hesitating, and looked himself over again.]
I don't really feel like myself. Because — when I think of "myself", I think of what I'm used to, and I'm not used to this. So it feels like I'm...playing, sort of. Like little kids play dress-up.
...
But the way you're looking at me is how I felt when I saw you in that dress.
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Date: 2016-05-28 09:25 pm (UTC)I'm that transparent, huh? You look...you look nice. [A massive understatement, judging by the wide smile on Kakyoin's face.] Really nice. [Slight improvement.]
I didn't really feel comfortable in it at first either. They're a hell of a lot different from a school uniform either way. I mean. i'm trying to say that...if you're really uncomfortable, or you decide you are, you don't have to keep it up just for my sake. I'd rather have you be comfortable as yourself than anything else.
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Date: 2016-05-28 09:33 pm (UTC)[...]
But if it were just...playing. Like costume playing. Then it feels different. Because then I don't have to be...me, exactly. I don't know if that makes sense.
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Date: 2016-05-28 09:38 pm (UTC)[Kakyoin shrugged, still with that smile on his face.]
So you're okay with it, then? With all this, I mean--you aren't hating it or anything?
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Date: 2016-05-28 09:45 pm (UTC)[He worked his mouth a little bit, testing the lipstick again.]
...So. What do you want to do with me?
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Date: 2016-05-28 09:49 pm (UTC)...I could show you, but I'll probably smudge that nice lipstick to hell. That's a shame, isn't it?
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Date: 2016-05-28 09:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-05-28 10:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-05-28 10:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-05-28 10:27 pm (UTC)[They were both going to look like a complete mess after this, but Kakyoin decided that was more than worth it.]
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Date: 2016-05-28 10:34 pm (UTC)...Is that all?
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Date: 2016-05-28 10:38 pm (UTC)[where did THAT come from why are you trying to be smooth]
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Date: 2016-05-28 11:59 pm (UTC)[A beat.]
...And I know you better than to think that could possibly be all you want.
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Date: 2016-05-29 12:03 am (UTC)[That fact came with a few lipstick-smudged kisses trailing along Jotaro's jawline to his ear, followed by:]
You know me better than anyone does.
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Date: 2016-05-29 12:10 am (UTC)[He sucked in a sharp breath, hands coming up to find their way to Kakyoin's hips.]
That's why...
That's why when you grow, I can't be far behind. Right? Because...I'll always know you better than anyone, no matter who you decide to be.
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Date: 2016-05-29 12:29 am (UTC)So we have to keep up with each other. Always.
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Date: 2016-05-29 12:35 am (UTC)no subject
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