[It's the kind of joke they would've made back then. Maybe after Wheel of Fortune, when Jotaro'd left half his blood spattered all over the desert. Maybe after he'd taken a sword to the gut or Kakyoin had been slapped around by the High Priestess's tongue or any one of a million other ways they'd taken a beating and survived.
It's the kind of thing they'd say in the backseat of a car as they were falling asleep on each other. It's the kind of thing they'd say with fireglow warming their legs and knees.
All those times, they survived, and they'd made jokes about it. And Kakyoin didn't survive Cairo except here he is, breathing, alive enough to hear one of those same jokes and laugh.]
If Jiji said it, that's how you know it's wrong.
[But his lip trembles, behind his teeth, and after a second he's snorting a strangled laugh, too.]
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It's the kind of thing they'd say in the backseat of a car as they were falling asleep on each other. It's the kind of thing they'd say with fireglow warming their legs and knees.
All those times, they survived, and they'd made jokes about it. And Kakyoin didn't survive Cairo except here he is, breathing, alive enough to hear one of those same jokes and laugh.]
If Jiji said it, that's how you know it's wrong.
[But his lip trembles, behind his teeth, and after a second he's snorting a strangled laugh, too.]