#bizarrepaths

👆- playfully poke my muse 

If her attention was what he wanted, he had it. Slight turn of the head towards the side, she now rested the side of her head upon her hand as she blinked once, twice. A slight pull of the corner of her lips, barely noticeable unless someone was looking right at her, unless they knew how to read her facial expressions -- which he was, which he did ( and that was unsettling to Jolyne, most of all. ) 

A minor tilt of the head, she could recognize when he wanted her attention by this point, even if that was more often than not. “Anasui----” Her tone was casual, and she thought how she must have been letting her thoughts wander. A twinge of guilt, they had been mid conversation, after all, and she was being rude. A chuckle that was rare to hear from her, “Sorry, did I space out there for a minute? What did you say?”

『ＬＯＶＥＦＯＯＬ』

Something feels...OFF. 

Her life at home has improved immensely ever since her and her husband’s hearts have connected, but that’s just the problem! Why NOW? Ever since knowing her lover in junior high, their relationship was been so LACKING. It doesn’t make sense that he’s suddenly so thoughtful and appreciative of Shinobu’s efforts! Did he finally realize that romance can be rekindled? Is it just that he’s been hiding such a suave side from her? It’s possible.

Yet, that doesn’t explain his change in more subtle aspects. Kosaku started cooking out of the blue, his long nails, using an actual blade to shave despite usually getting burns from it, stealing to pay rent, and even spending time with her. He’s changed, somehow. Shinobu has been letting it slide due to finding all this quite appealing, but it didn’t lull the nagging worry in the back of her mind. Tonight...she thinks she will finally gain the courage to ask what on earth is happening. 

. . .

❝Darling?❞

The housewife broke the silence in their bedroom. Before the two could settle in for the night, she decided now would be the time to confront Kosaku. She swallowed nervously as fingers intertwined close to her chest. Shinobu felt so SILLY to even be bringing this subject up. Of course this is the man she married! How can she doubt it when she can see him with her own eyes? Every inch of him looks the complete same. Surely her husband will dismiss the subject or even laugh. Alas, she much rather be mocked than to be haunted with these thoughts. 

When gaining his attention, she took a couple of steps forward to be able stand before him. Upon tilting her head back to be able to gaze into his eyes, she couldn’t help but wrap her arms around him into a tight embrace. That’s when Shinobu buried her face into his chest, clenching the back of his shirt now with dainty fingers. Her voice that echoed the room once more sounded a tad distraught, but soft. Hopefully, he will be able to tell that she’s WORRIED.

   “I have absolutely no idea what you meant by ‘India is such a fascinating country’. There’s nothing but nosy people on such busy streets you can’t even breathe!”

   The old man wished he could be nicer about the countries they were visiting throughout their journey, but once they were alone in their hotel room, Joseph couldn’t hold his complaints back.

   “Maybe I’m just a lousy American tourist but I do prefer my cola at least cooled down. What exactly do you see so great here?”

“Ah..this is quite a conundrum Joestar-san why don’t you go ahead first.” Polnareff stared ahead of them with great interest. 

She can feel his gaze on her. The glare was so intense it nearly took all of her willpower not to meet it. But she had to keep facing forward as she ordered her sandwich with mild interest, act as if she’s never seen him before in her life.

While Jovian was in Morioh, he figured he might as well wander around and take in the sights. There were a fair number of people at the beach, since it was tourist season, but that didn’t particularly interest him (though he did want to find out more about that ‘Boing-Boing Cape’).

He was struck more by the buildings. They had neither the stark metal and glass of high-end buildings in his time, nor the cookie-cutter urban sprawl he lived in, which always made him think of concrete teeth. These had wood, cloth, paint—even bricks, which he’d only seen in books.

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The elderly Joestar gave her grandson an warm smile. “Give an old woman this, Joseph. I can’t simply let you catch cold. What sort of grandmother would I be then?” Joannia replied insistently. She was aware it was likely embarrassing for him, but it didn’t stop her caring nature. “As for how I knew, the clouds this morning told me.” She answered with a small chuckle. This had been no mere over cautiousness, even if she did like to dot on her grandchild. “I’m afraid there’ll be no out door fun for you today with this weather... Fortunately I know a in door gym that would be a good place for some Hamon training.” She said with a sly old smile.