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He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not, 26 (Iris) |
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[His hand moves lightly to rest against the small of Adrian's back as he guides them inside, gentle but possessive. Once they're in, he tosses his keys onto the table just inside the door and leaves Star to lock up behind him while he goes to fetch the hideous bone gunk concoction.]
...Yeah, he, um. Explained how the thing works. I figured that's probably the last thing you really want to know, but — I guess knowing helps with figuring out how to fix what it did.
[He's shuffling around in the kitchen, now.]
Which do you want to do first, arms or legs?
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[Too eager to trust. Too damned quick, too lonely. But he won't have to worry about that if he stays by Jotaro's side.]
Arms. [Slowly, he works to peel off his shirt.] Suppose you can have your shirt back now.
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[When he makes his return, it's with a hideous *BTSB mug in hand with cellophane stretched over the top, and some sort of hideous grayed muck on the inside. But at least he's efficient about getting the thing open, and from his pocket he produces a disposable spoon, which will hopefully make it a little easier to apply the gunk without entirely fucking up his hands.]
I don't know if this is going to hurt or not, so...let's do a little to start, and see what happens.
[Carefully, he takes Adrian's hand by the wrist and turns it palm-up, exposing the red scarring where the silver cuffs had sat against his skin. Briskly, he dips a bit of the muck into his spoon and brings it to the soreness, tipping it onto the skin and lightly spreading it around with the curved back of the spoon.]
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[Instead of throwing off the shirt, he winds it in his hands, as if the material will bring him comfort somehow. He waits, watching Jotaro, then winces a little as the cream presses onto his skin.]
Burns a bit. But not agonizingly.
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[It's sort of ridiculous, he realizes, as soon as it's out of his mouth. A shoulder to hold on to? But then — that sort of thing isn't really about the shoulder itself, is it. It's about the reassurance that someone is there at all.
He spreads an even layer of the muck, not too thin but not too thick, and waits.
And then it hits him.]
Wait. You mean this shit is actually doing something?
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[Adrian lets out an amused chuckle.]
...Were it anyone else, I'd have been skeptical. My family believed in science, true, but there are remedies out there that work for a reason. A haggard old woman with chicken blood is worth nothing, but Trevor's family mostly had useful knowledge at their disposal.
[There's a pause, then he adds softly:] I tried to antagonize him once about it. As if his family was practicing witchcraft. But that isn't exactly what it is. Witchcraft either implies a contract with a demon or some idiot who thinks shaking a bag of rice during a drought would make it rain. It's neither.
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[He lets the paste sit, then sort of taps at it with the edge of the spoon to test whether it's hardening the way it's supposed to.]
I guess it makes sense that supernatural afflictions would take supernatural remedies. That's what the Belmonts were good at, right? They were as close as you could get to being an expert on the supernatural without being supernatural themselves.
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[The paste seems to be hardening as expected, the spoon tapping noisily. Adrian, for his part, seems thoughtful, then sighs before he lets out a wry laugh.]
A disappointing thing, how neither of our families could do anything to help our country, much less each other. How indispensable a doctor for the supernatural would be.
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[He finishes his poking, then carefully recovers the mug with the rest of the goop so as not to risk it drying out in the meantime.]
You're supposed to leave this on awhile, but if you want, we can take it off now and see if it helped any. Or when it stops stinging, maybe.
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[There's a shake of Adrian's head.]
We should leave it for now if those were his instructions. ...I don't want to leave this to chance if we're too hasty.
Thank you for doing this, Jojo.
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[He gives Adrian's hand a light squeeze.]
I mean. It's mostly Trevor, I guess. Probably oughta do something for the guy, if it turns out this really does work.
[And he glances up, his eyes softening.]
I just want you to be okay. That's what matters to me.
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[There's a small snort from Adrian.] Buy him a beer and he'll be happy with that. ...Though he does deserve thanks.
[More genuinely, he looks at Jotaro, then brings his hand up to kiss it lightly.]
I don't know how I'd manage this without you, honestly. Not well, I wager.
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[Which implies that the two of them, at some point, managed to sit down and consume a meal together without killing each other or setting something on fire. Progress?]
Mm. C'mon, let's get the rest of this on you. Don't worry, I'll still think you're cute even when you're a gross mud monster.
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[But he notices that. It's good to know that Jotaro and Trevor are getting along. He'd been a little worried it'd be otherwise.]
Cute and gross. What a compliment you've given me.
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[What a thing to get offended about. Crap noodles and turnips.]
And hey, if anybody could make being a mud monster look cute, it's you.
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[Adrian is offended for both of them.]
Perhaps one day you will join me in being slathered in cream made from a skull.
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I'm pretty sure you wear it better than I do.
[His eyes slide back to Adrian.]
Don't go getting any ideas.
[He says, like that's not just going to give him ideas.]
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Hm? Ideas? Like what?
[Then, abruptly in his supernatural speed, he swipes some of the skull cream with his finger and smears it over the tip of Jotaro's nose.]
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[CURSE THIS SUDDEN BUT INEVITABLE BETRAYAL. Gross, skull goop. Now he looks like a particularly hapless Renaissance sculptor. Or somebody who was just Eskimo-kissing a mud man.]
...Oh, wow, that stuff is vile. Yare yare, what did he put in this, swamp ooze?
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[He laughs softly, then leans in to steal a kiss.]
And now we match. Horribly. Keep putting that shit on me.
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[But he wrinkles his nose and accepts the kiss anyway, trying not to think of SKULLS AND GOOP as he retrieves the spoon and starts expanding out from Adrian's wrist over more of the lacerations on his arms.]
You might want to tie your hair back before I get up by your shoulders. Unless you want gunk hair.
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[Not that he has much at his disposal, but he does eventually just wind up his hair and loop it into itself for now. It's a loose ponytail, but it'll have to do for the moment.]
I think that should do it.
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[He blinks a little, watching him work with the gunk spoon still held aloft, and his head cocked slightly to one side.]
You should do that more often.
[He dips another spoonful, and traces goop up Adrian's arm.]
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[That's a bit cute, actually. That Jotaro likes it up. Then again, Jotaro seems rather supportive no matter how he looks, covered in mud and all, so.]
Maybe I will. Let you and Star play with it.
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[TRA LA LA JUST TURNING HIM INTO A MUD-ARMED MAN BY NOW]
You want Star to be your hairdresser now? With fingers that big?
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