[Magician's Red explodes from Avdol's back, letting out a scream that--
kind of sounds pleased? We're going to go with pleased, because he sprints over on his big ol' birdman feet and wraps Jotaro up in a bear hug that's way, way too warm for comfort. The feathers in the ruff on his neck fluff up, more obvious excitement and happiness, before Avdol awkwardly clears his throat from the counter.]
...Can you tell that you were missed?
[Surely not. Not with how Magician's Red is trying to affectionately headbutt whatever it can of Jotaro, and not with how Avdol's eyes are shining with very, very happy tears. Lame.] Come on, I promised you a good meal! Here, sit beside me.
[ well this takes him back to fond memories of being slammed around a prison cell by a burning ring of fire. only this time he thinks magician's red is being... friendly? jotaro doesn't struggle because he knows there's no threat, but it feels incredibly uncomfortable and weird. much like this whole situation. he pats his hand firmly on the stand's arm a couple times, hot but not burning despite appearance, until he feels the hug loosen enough to pull out and walk toward the table proper. ]
Good grief. I heard bringing your Stand out uses chroma. Be more careful, Avdol.
[ lecturing already!! it's his default state of being these days. he takes the seat next to avdol and avoids looking directly at him. ]
I know, I know! I've been here for a few months, you know. But I'm doing alright for chroma right now, and he wouldn't let up until I set him free.
[Look, it's fine. Of course Jotaro wasn't going to come in here all smiles and sunshine; it'd be weirder if he did. But Avdol's not going to let this awkwardness sit out in the open, either; he spins on his stool and crosses his arms, smirking as he takes in the new look. (Thankfully, Magician's Red seems pretty happy to disappear altogether once they're both seated; Avdol has to afford the food somehow.)]
A new colour scheme, I see? I guess I'd do the same if I could, just to shrug off all the bad things we've seen. It looks good on you, too.
[Idly, casually, he wipes his eyes one by one to mask the fact that he's all up in his feelings shit right now, before nudging over a menu.] Are you still into naval warfare, by the way? I've been collecting books on the topic, but I don't know if you'd enjoy reading them...And they're for this planet, anyway. Still, if you're interested...
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kind of sounds pleased? We're going to go with pleased, because he sprints over on his big ol' birdman feet and wraps Jotaro up in a bear hug that's way, way too warm for comfort. The feathers in the ruff on his neck fluff up, more obvious excitement and happiness, before Avdol awkwardly clears his throat from the counter.]
...Can you tell that you were missed?
[Surely not. Not with how Magician's Red is trying to affectionately headbutt whatever it can of Jotaro, and not with how Avdol's eyes are shining with very, very happy tears. Lame.] Come on, I promised you a good meal! Here, sit beside me.
this is so pure also now i want dumplings
[ well this takes him back to fond memories of being slammed around a prison cell by a burning ring of fire. only this time he thinks magician's red is being... friendly? jotaro doesn't struggle because he knows there's no threat, but it feels incredibly uncomfortable and weird. much like this whole situation. he pats his hand firmly on the stand's arm a couple times, hot but not burning despite appearance, until he feels the hug loosen enough to pull out and walk toward the table proper. ]
Good grief. I heard bringing your Stand out uses chroma. Be more careful, Avdol.
[ lecturing already!! it's his default state of being these days. he takes the seat next to avdol and avoids looking directly at him. ]
god same, i'd kill a man for a potsticker rn
[Look, it's fine. Of course Jotaro wasn't going to come in here all smiles and sunshine; it'd be weirder if he did. But Avdol's not going to let this awkwardness sit out in the open, either; he spins on his stool and crosses his arms, smirking as he takes in the new look. (Thankfully, Magician's Red seems pretty happy to disappear altogether once they're both seated; Avdol has to afford the food somehow.)]
A new colour scheme, I see? I guess I'd do the same if I could, just to shrug off all the bad things we've seen. It looks good on you, too.
[Idly, casually, he wipes his eyes one by one to mask the fact that he's all up in his feelings shit right now, before nudging over a menu.] Are you still into naval warfare, by the way? I've been collecting books on the topic, but I don't know if you'd enjoy reading them...And they're for this planet, anyway. Still, if you're interested...