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>:D

He's feeling some type of way. Uncertain of how or why, Jotaro enters the hotel room he shares with a certain redhead. Feet carried him across the room, his hat tugged over his features as the muscled figure shifted to sit behind his friend. Muscled arms slowly wrapped around their middle tugging them close to him as he rests his head to their shoulder. He needed quiet and Kakyoin provided that quiet. His walk hadn't done anything for him, thoughts erratic and loud.

But Kakyoin had brought calmness. Although he's certain that the other just puts on a show, they were his first friend. So it was natural for him to gravitate towards their presence. They didn't have to talk and Jotaro was thankful for that.

The air shifted as Jotaro entered the room, as though clouded by the weather of his mood. Noriaki was aware of him without even looking-- him, and the storms he carried in his heart. Call it intuition... or perhaps merely observational skills sharpened by the life or death lifestyle they'd adopted.

They stiffened ever so slightly as their friend's arms coiled around them, but as the weight of his chin settled on their shoulder, they sank back into him, folding their arms over his in a sort of return embrace. It didn't feel bad by any means; rather, unexpected though it was, they found it to be a comforting feeling.

If he wanted to talk, they'd listen. Until then, they were more than content to give him a place to rest, if that was what he needed.

Untitled (Green Paintings)

Cy Twombly

ca. 1986

“Sometimes not speaking says more than all the words in the world.”

— Colleen Hoover, Ugly Love (via books-n-quotes)

Kakyoin activating his HHA in all star battle