[What a parody they make, the two of them. Kakyoin with his white wings and Jotaro with his black fur, gazing awkwardly at each other without knowing quite what to do. It's tempting to just stay this way, maybe put his muzzle down on his paws and just go to sleep, but he doesn't want to ignore Kakyoin when it feels like he's really talking, without pretenses and formalities.

And he can't talk while he's like this, so...

He's still not as graceful at making the change as Adrian is when he does it. Probably Adrian's had years more practice than he has, but he makes it look like an art form, a graceful leap into a transition from one shape to another. For Jotaro, it's just a spontaneous cloud of mist and a reorganizing of limbs, so that where there'd been a dog there's now a young man, still clad all in black, but now absent of fur.

He still hasn't figured out how Adrian manages to talk and smile in that way that disguises his fangs, either. As soon as he opens his mouth, they're going to show, and he sighs.]

I guess it's not as weird for me because I remember life without him. I spent most of my life without him, so it's just kind of...back to the way it was before. I guess.

[He can hear the blood in Kakyoin's veins. He can smell every bit of scent clinging to him. It's not polite to smell people but he can't help it any more than he could help hearing him without blocking his ears.]

...So.

[He says, while he's looking straight at Kakyoin, while he knows he'll see the glistening deadly fangs in his mouth.]

Are you afraid of me?