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[jojoceanman]

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[tropism]

[ a decade older. and he feels so much older than giorno can imagine him to be. maybe when he's 28 he'll have that kind of look on his face, too; though giorno is now more aware of the fact that jotaro is a lot kinder to others than giorno will ever be. a tragic fact of life.

giorno takes his cards, reads, determines they could be better. there's a slight movement where he briefly covers his other fingers and he adds and takes a card into his sleeve. and then he plays on. ]

[jojoceanman]

--!

[In the second between the movement, a large arm storms to life in stardust and grabs Giorno's wrist with a sharp grip strong enough to break a wrist. The arm isn't Jotaro's however. It's a ghostly specter, shades of purple and blue, a white glove emblazoned with large golden studs. There's no body attached to it, but tracing from the hand to the arm shows it coming out from Jotaro's right shoulder.]

...Tsk, tsk. [He waves a finger with his free hand, slamming the cards in his other faced down.] You cheated.

[And the hand around Giorno's wrist tightens a little harder.]

[tropism]

[ so this is jotaro's stand. how powerful. giorno gets caught unawares, the cards slipping from his hands - and more cards slipping from his sleeves should splat start shaking him - down onto the table. he looks - not guilty. just annoyed that he was caught.

giorno sighs. taps on the big purple hand holding his wrist with a finger. ]

So I did. I'm so sorry, Mr. Kujo. It won't happen again. [ friendly reminder that giorno giovanna is a shit. ]

Are you gonna let me post bail, Mr. Kujo? Or do I need to call a lawyer?

[jojoceanman]

[The arm vanishes in the same burst of star, freeing Giorno, but Jotaro continues to look unamused.]

Why did you cheat?

[tropism]

[ now giorno just looks confused. ]

Are you seriously asking that?

I do it all the time. You're not the first.

[jojoceanman]

[Jotaro, in turn, looks exasperated.]

We aren't playing with stakes, you have nothing to gain out of it. So why cheat?

[tropism]

Because I can.

[ he returns the cards to the deck and shuffles it easily. he places it back onto the table, where a single tap of the finger can easily dissolve it into ants, or bees. as it stands, giorno just taps it with his index finger thoughtfully. ] Because I'm not kind.

Good evening, Jotaro. Or should I say good morning? ... well, it doesn't matter now.

[ gonna leave now. he yawns, finally giving up and conceding to being tired. ]

[jojoceanman]

...

You should really consider school. [He grabs the deck, holding it full in his hand.] I think you would find something beneficial out of it.

[tropism]

[ "i'm a mafia boss, for fuck's sake." ]

Noted. Thank you for your company.