[ He's thought about it. More than is strictly appropriate. And this isn't how he'd imagined it. When he imagines it they're both idiot teenagers and Jotaro stinks of tobacco and they're somewhere in the desert because the desert is the only place that the part of him that wants to do things like kiss people has ever really existed. And they're probably exhausted and aching either from the latest thing to try to kill the lot of them or just long days stuck in the back of a car that isn't built for people the size of a Joestar.
This isn't how he imagined it. But then, this isn't imagined.
He holds his lips against Jotaro's for a few moments. It's a very functional sort of kiss, the kind that isn't hungry or explorative or anything exciting like that but but is just performed to establish that kissing is the done thing. He breathes out when he draws back. ]
Well, I fucked that up. [ It's sheepish, so far as he ever manages to be sheepish about anything. ] The plan was just to get coffee and talk.
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This isn't how he imagined it. But then, this isn't imagined.
He holds his lips against Jotaro's for a few moments. It's a very functional sort of kiss, the kind that isn't hungry or explorative or anything exciting like that but but is just performed to establish that kissing is the done thing. He breathes out when he draws back. ]
Well, I fucked that up. [ It's sheepish, so far as he ever manages to be sheepish about anything. ] The plan was just to get coffee and talk.