Maybe. Every now and then some of the others- from Japan, I mean, even if it's not our Japan- set up festivals and shit and they're pretty popular.
[Still, there's no missing that Kira sounds a little distracted, like a cat watching a bird through a window, and Josuke finds himself following his eyes- is he looking at the crack in the wall, or...?]
Ah...
[His wings. Right. Didn't he say before that he liked them or something? He'd responded with a slightly poorly judged joke at the time but he doesn't feel like it right now, not when they're actually being civil. So, he decides to throw him a bone. Uncertainly, he glances away.]
You're staring again. Look, if my wings are that fascinating, just- just touch them or poke 'em or whatever. Get it out of your system.
[And he promptly turns around before he has a chance to change his mind about the offer. Should he accept, Kira will find that his wings feel almost like a bee or a butterfly's; the sheer, pink membrane is at once worryingly delicate and sturdy, yielding but strong between the curves of their settings and, up close, have an ever so slightly iridescent quality. Maybe it's just the awkwardness of the situation making him so wary but it takes a lot of effort to stay still; turning his back on Kira Yoshikage will never sound like a good idea.]
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[Still, there's no missing that Kira sounds a little distracted, like a cat watching a bird through a window, and Josuke finds himself following his eyes- is he looking at the crack in the wall, or...?]
Ah...
[His wings. Right. Didn't he say before that he liked them or something? He'd responded with a slightly poorly judged joke at the time but he doesn't feel like it right now, not when they're actually being civil. So, he decides to throw him a bone. Uncertainly, he glances away.]
You're staring again. Look, if my wings are that fascinating, just- just touch them or poke 'em or whatever. Get it out of your system.
[And he promptly turns around before he has a chance to change his mind about the offer. Should he accept, Kira will find that his wings feel almost like a bee or a butterfly's; the sheer, pink membrane is at once worryingly delicate and sturdy, yielding but strong between the curves of their settings and, up close, have an ever so slightly iridescent quality. Maybe it's just the awkwardness of the situation making him so wary but it takes a lot of effort to stay still; turning his back on Kira Yoshikage will never sound like a good idea.]