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[ Being right isn't her goal, of course. She just wants him to understand where she came from and in-turn, where his friend (or something more, maybe) could've been coming from. If he was anything like Chris, maybe there was some kind of love there. But she won't pry. Feelings are hard enough to talk about and figure out without all of this attached.
She knows this too well. She still struggles with her own and won't let herself delve too deeply, yet she waits. So what does that really mean? ]
I hope you can find some closure. On your terms. I understand the choice wasn't given to you and it feels... difficult. Impossible because there's no line that ends it. I guess that's what I feel now? But if you can't have it, you can't have it. If he was like me at all, he wouldn't want you to sulk so much. What's the point of sacrifice if all it ends up in is misery, yeah?
[ She's going to make it more awkward, though. ]
It's good. You wanna get a drink or something? Wait. Milkshake. Or soda. I don't know.
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EXCEPT THAT THEN SHE CORRECTS "DRINK" TO "MILKSHAKE" AND OH, OKAY, NOW IT'S TIME TO SHOW WHERE HE GOT THAT "BASTARD MAN" MONIKER FROM
At a thought, Star Platinum goes zipping off at the speed of Really Fast™, and when Star returns a second later, a can of beer just seems to miraculously appear cradled in Jotaro's left hand.
And this is a trick he's clearly practiced, stabbing the base with a pen, lifting it to his mouth, and popping the tab like the champion he is, making direct eye contact with the video feed the whole time.
To his credit, he doesn't choke or sputter. When the can is done, he tosses it back to his Stand, who crushes it in one fist with a satisfying crunch, and then heads off to go responsibly deposit it in the recycling can.]
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...so that a "no"? I mean, I could go for one. Strawberry, maybe.
[ Her face borders a laugh, at least? ]
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[SPOKEN LIKE A TRUE SEVENTEEN-YEAR-OLD TRYING TO BE HIP]
...I want chocolate.
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[ She's never smashed a can and she's pretty much the biggest dudebro. That's gotta say something. ]
Chocolate, it is. Do you like malted? I like chocolate malt.