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He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not, 26 (Iris)

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I mean. The main ingredient is skull, so. Yeah, I was a little skeptical.

[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.

Can't say that I blame you. If this was a remedy for a mortal man, I would be much more dubious.

[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.

Less hunters and more doctors. Yeah. Maybe the world would be a better place, then.

[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.

I suppose that's just a general, naive wish, isn't it.

[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.

...Well. I dunno about that. It has to start somewhere, right? One person deciding to be different.

[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.

I suppose so.

[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.

He ate udon. ...I mean I get the feeling he'd eat pretty much anything, but it seemed like he liked udon.

[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.

He hasn't had much time to be picky, I think.

[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.

He eats crap noodles he bought in bulk. I don't think he even boils them in water, I think he just eats them raw.

[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.

Fucking hell, of course he doesn't. If it wasn't for this network, I'd have been convinced he couldn't read.

[Adrian is offended for both of them.]

Perhaps one day you will join me in being slathered in cream made from a skull.

[Is. Is that a threat. He glances warily at the remaining mug of BONE SKULL CREAM GOOP.]

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.]

[A coy smile forms on Adrian's face, and he peers at Jotaro.]

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.]

Aggggghgh —

[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?

Perhaps. It's not like we asked for a recipe now, did we?

[He laughs softly, then leans in to steal a kiss.]

And now we match. Horribly. Keep putting that shit on me.

I know better than to ask. I don't want to know.

[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.

Oh. Hm. [Adrian wrinkles his nose at the thought.] No, you're right. One moment.

[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.

Oh.

[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.]

Like it, do you?

[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.

You look softer. I mean — it makes the shape of your face look different. Softer.

[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?

I suppose you do it see it easier this way.

[there's so much gross skull mud now. and it smells awful, but he's trying to deal with that knowing the results will fix his Very Sad Burns]

He has precision. Besides, he likes to tug when he wants my attention.

Hmmm.

[A flicker of mischief darts through his eyes, and a moment or two after that, a phantom pair of large hands rest gently against the back of Adrian's head, atop his hair.]

Well, the way you put it up was kind of loose. Wouldn't want it falling down into the mud while I'm working.

[He says, as those phantom fingers start to comb through Adrian's hair, gathering it up and stroking tenderly at the nape of his neck for good measure.

And sure enough, after Star's got the whole mane corralled, one strand gets a light tug for his trouble.]

I'd prefer it to be generally mudless, yes.

[But Star's appearance is always a pleasant surprise. Smiling, he looks at the Stand out of the corner of his eyes, chuckling at the hair tug.]

Didn't I owe you a kiss, Star?

Probably. I think the number you owe him is always "one more".

[But it works out well; while Jotaro focuses on slathering mud and treating the burns, Star takes the opportunity to separate out his hair into portions and begin weaving them together.]

At least, according to him.

Ah, but I did promise him when we were speaking earlier. It's very cute how much he adores you.

[It's nice, actually, to have his hair played with. Soothing while the skull mud is spread onto his lacerations. It's uncomfortable, a bit burning, but when it's over with he'll be glad for it.]

...He listens to you, you know.

[The mug is about half-empty by now; it's good progress being made, and most of the marks on Adrian's arms and chest are now caked in the concoction. That leaves the rest for the legs, Jotaro muses, as he uses the spoon to smooth out the application and make sure there are no lumps, so that it'll dry evenly.]

Star can't do anything I won't let him, but he can do some things independently, if they're within those boundaries. He decided on his own to do the things you ask him to. I've never told him not to, so he can do what he wants.

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