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Send “💪” for my muse’s reaction to yours picking them up!  REVERSED

Jolyne was never really insecure about her height. Even growing up, being taller than most of the students in her school bothered her very little– save for the few times someone would comment that she was ‘too tall to get a boyfriend’. But right now? With Osomatsu? Well, maybe she just wished he was any other height than the one he was. 

A.K.A. Not fucking, perfect boob height.

Grabbing Osomatsu firmly by his upper arms, Jolyne pressed them tightly against his torso before lifting him up to her height, teeth gritting she channeled her inner Jotaro.

“If I have to tell you one more time where my face is, I’m going to punch yours in. Got it?” 

   Finally succumbing to gravity, poor Cortex falls from the window, comically rolling off the roof, and into a tree. A few pained grunts and yelps are heard until finally he falls on the grass of the front yard, limp. “...oww...” He’d feel that in the morning... Slowly, he pushes himself up off the grass, pressing a hand to his temple. “That is not... how I imagined this would go down. Heheh... Ugrh.” Not only has he hurt himself pretty badly, but now he’s made a fool of himself again. Only this time, it was in front of a potential ally. His steps shaky, he sways to-and-fro a he approaches him. “Ow... I- Ahh! Apologize for the sudden call for attention, my boy. But I have a question... Nay. A Favor to ask of you. AH!!!” Despite his age, he’s definitely durable. A few pops are heard from his body as he tries to stand before him, wincing and yelping with each crick.

Eto wondered just how far she’d been wandering about now. People seemed wary of strangers, which she thought to be a safe ideology to have. However, such wariness had lead to violence, of which Eto may not have started, but she certainly did finish. With a feline at her side, Eto desired to find a place to stay for the evening. It was getting dark, and while she knew she would be particular fine camping out, she did believe her spoiled pet could do the same.

So, she stopped within the first establishment she could find-- a tavern offering rooms to those willing to pay the price. Dust was no problem, and Eto was pleased to see that it was still the effective currency used. It didn’t make sense, but nothing currently did, so Eto didn’t think too hard about it.

Stepping inside, Eto noticed the hostile glares she was given from passersby. She hardly cared, so long as she could find a place to stay for the evening; apparently the man behind the front counter was of a similar mind. So long as her money was good, he didn’t seem to care whom his tavern served.

A few minutes was all it took for Eto to put her pet and belongings away within her room. She didn’t particularly like the idea of leaving such precious things in an unfamiliar space, but, she supposed she had little other choice. Either way, food was necessary-- meat and water would have to do for both her and her pet this evening. 

Coming downstairs to place her order from the tavern’s bar, Eto was immediately annoyed by the level of noise. In particular, one loud man was making a ruckus-- the smell of the entire room gave explanation why, and her nose crinkled at the stench of alcohol. Though, while most of the bar-goers appeared to be human, the one making the most noise had distinct horns. Eto regarded him with a glare, and could only sit and wait until her order was prepared.

Now that was a guy who looked like he could have fun. And well, he was all decked out in red just like Flip, which meant he must have good taste. 

“Hey!” He shouted, waving his arm and crossing the street to the other. 

“Cigar? Peppermint? How ‘bout excitement? I’m Flip! Please tell me I’m right in thinkin’ you don’t have a mile long stick up your ass like half the rest of the people around here.” 

Your semi-hiatus has been noted!

Albeit his dismay, the man right of him who he hadn’t noticed until this very moment of bright lights and sirens, three rainbow 7s aligned on his screen. The mystical Jackpot spewed hundreds of the pellets into his bucket — almost too much. Clearly, Gin’s new best friend wouldn’t need that much, too much for one man to bear. “Oi, oi, jackpot huh? Aren’t you lucky huh?” Gin leaned over into the young man’s personal space, “you know, it’s just good jackpot courtesy to share your luck with your neighbors to keep the Angel of Misfortune from slashing out your luck…” His fingers rubbed together in the universal sign for moolah, expecting a handout.

being lost with them .

“ …. “

No matter how many times he taps the screen, nothing seems to happen. The paper map is soaked, rain really got him at an inopportune time. He shoves it to trash. Ogata has little idea where exactly this is. Somewhere in Cotes, Little Tokyo as they called.

“ You. “

He turns to the guy standing there not far from him. Maybe he could see if his phone would do the job better.