#emeraldsplashing

            ❛  let’s be honest though, we’ve had to deal with worse.  ❜

            a flashback to the time they had travelled with the joestar group             to cairo, in which he was sure he’s had more than one unfortunate             run in with stray sand in his mouth. other times, he’d be face down             in it, or unconcious. with how hot it was where they had travelled,             sand would just be picked up by the wind, travelling right into his             eyes and mouth, more than just once.

            looking at the other’s hierophant, the slimy liquid coming from             his hands barely missing the dough on the counter, he briefly             wondered what it’d taste like.

            still, anything was better then the crunch of sand, in his opinion.

            ❛  —— sand. a lot of sand. i’m pretty sure we’ve consumed more             sand than the average person.  ❜

   "You know, Kakyoin... I’m actually really glad we’ve met you.”

   “I was never close to Jotaro, living across the sea in America, but I somehow can tell he’s changed a bit and it’s thanks to you being his friend. 

   Joseph was just briefly visiting Holy in Japan, and he was surprised Kakyoin happened to come over as well for one day. The old man was more than happy to see how the teen was doing.

            ❛  ah ——                   — i’m so sorry !! your hair, it reminded                   me of my friend but — you’re obviously                   not them.                                     — did — did i scare you?  ❜

     ❝ a light in the room--

                 ‘ it doesn’t look as bad as it feels, does it ? ‘                     when had it felt like he had gotten an entire                    portion of his cheek carved away ? chances                    were it really wasn’t that bad but unless he                     could see it or have someone assess it, he                     would never know. 

            ❛  careful —— !!  ❜

            he moved, abruptly out of the way of the other, making sure             not to have the other touch him, knowing the consequences             of what’d happen if he were to touch the person in question,             which was very much, himself, from a different timeline.

            ❛  we’ll cease to exist if we touch one another, remember?  ❜

     ❝ you were being manipulated, ❞ he notes softly, releasing his hold on kakyoin the moment he felt the other tense up in his grip. arms drop and he takes a step back, giving his companion some room to breathe. he does, however, shift to stand in front of kakyoin, suddenly feeling guilty for causing such strife. ❝ it’s behind us now, noriaki. there’s no point in dwelling on it. ❞ which was a lot easier said than done, especially for jotaro.

     after a few moments, he removes his hat and shifts forward, cupping kakyoin’s face gently in his hands and pressing their foreheads together. a moment of weakness, a moment of grief. a moment alone to be soft.