“ HAH? OH, YOU MEAN JOSUKE. ‘Course I have. He’s a good kid. Good thing he’s not like his father — I like Monsieur Joestar, but I think the world can only handle one of him. ”

    “ His Stand, though ... I’d really like to see it in action. I wonder how its speed would match up to Chariot ... ? ”

    “ HEY, WHO’S THAT FOR? ”

    He peers over Kakyoin’s shoulder, leaning in the other’s space just enough to imply he’s doing it on purpose.

    “ That doesn’t look like a gift you’d give your mom. Maybe it’s ... for somebody special? ” An insouciant grin spreads across his face.

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    HE STRAIGHTENS HIS POSTURE, considering that if he acts more alert, he’ll start to feel that way. Jean-Pierre rubs the sleep out of his eyes, but Yukako’s query makes him pause, expression visibly darkening.

    He lowers his hand. It shouldn’t matter, but it does. Perhaps his exhaustion has rubbed his emotions raw, brought to the surface more feelings than there would be if he’d been rested.

    Jean-Pierre smiles, but he thinks there must be bitterness in the look. “ She wasn’t, as far as I know. Sherry is my ... my sister. ”

    “ YOU’RE LIMPING. You haven’t been straining your injuries, have you? ” Sternness and concern mingle in his countenance, brow creasing as he gives Narancia a once - over. 

    “ Shouldn’t be running around in the state you’re in. ”

    “ YUKAKO! HI, HELLO, it’s Polnareff. Look, I’ll get right to it. I haven’t seen you around lately, and I know for a fact not a lot of other people have either. I don’t know if anything’s ... wrong, or if you’re just busy lately, but, ah ... call me back if you see this, alright? It’d be good to hear your voice again, make sure you —  haven’t died, haha. It’s best not to be a stranger, in times like these. Alright? Adieu, ma belle. ”

Send 📞 for a message my muse left on your muse’s answering machine.

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    AWARENESS COMES BACK TO HIM like a slap to the face — Jean-Pierre’s eyes widen in realization of his mistake. “ Oh, fuck — Yukako, I’m sorry. I ... ”

    He falters. Wow, that’s embarrassing. They don’t look a damn alike, apart from the hair — the set of Yukako’s brow is harder, Sherry smiled more, not to mention the difference in ethnicity.

    “ I’m half - asleep right now, sorry. ” He grins sheepishly. “ I, uh, said the wrong thing. Hey, what time is it? ”

    HE’S TIRED, a lack of sleep last night coming back to bite him. Jean-Pierre feels as though he’s observing the world through a television screen, something that doesn’t feel fully real.

    It’s why his thoughts are meandering today, and why out of the corner of his eye a mane of long dark hair reminds him distinctly of somebody else. 

    A yawn. “ Sherry, did we miss the address? ”

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    THEIR FINGERS ENTWINE, his thumb brushing gently over the top of her hand. The other hand lifts and alights on the space between her shoulder and her neck, gentle enough to let her move away from it, should she wish.

    “ Really? ” Jean-Pierre chuckles. “ I’m that special? ”

    His hand drifts up to caress the edge of her jaw, but he doesn’t lean in just yet. His eyes flick up to meet hers.

    “ May I? ”

another thing that’s fucked up is how usually j.p.’s actually pretty smart and level-headed about how he conducts himself in a fight, as seen with ebony devil and anubis, but with the hanged man he jumps right in and acts impulsively and brushes off any attempts to help him because HE has to be the one to do it and it DOESN’T CONCERN ANY OF YOU, FUCK OFF

fucked up how j.p. blames himself for sherry’s death and agonizes over what he could’ve done to prevent it, leading him to go on a journey to seek out her murderer and avenge her death as a sort of penance for being unable to protect her when she needed it the most

fucked up how there was really nothing he could’ve done, how she was in the wrong place at the wrong time and the fact that she was j. geil’s target was out of convenience and him just being a piece of shit.