“I can see your nipples through your shirt” first of all stop being ungrateful.
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After 6 months of studying abroad I can finally return from hiatus yay (It feels like years I haven’t opened tumblr omg)
My favorite ouffit of my favorite boy <3
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Chopper felt scared, knowing that someone just started following him. Another "follower," began stalking him. With a shaky voice, the reindeer stopped walking, calling out to the potential threat. "Who are you!? I don't want any trouble!"
Having been caught (in truth he hadn’t been hiding his presence at all in order to judge if the creature was a long distance Stand on autopilot or not) Rohan takes this moment to halt his steps.
Thin eyebrow quirking up in interest he leans forward just the slightest--sizing up the tangible creature before just a few feet before him. The deer like creature left footprints (hoof prints to be exact) in the dirt path they walked upon so it was clearly not a Stand seeing as it had a weight to it.
“What are you?”
Jotaro didn’t bother responding to Rohan’s snark as he trailed after him. He didn’t enter with the same confidence Rohan clearly had, preoccupied with looking around and familiarising himself with the artist’s home. He had been looking at the book titles on a nearby bookshelf when he realised that Rohan was awaiting his answer.
Belatedly, he said, “You are an artist. You said you make art.” Jotaro had never quite equated art with manga, having always thought of the medium as entertainment than fine art. He wouldn’t mention this thought, however, assuming that Rohan would get offended by such a remark. “I don’t… have much time to read. Pink Dark Boy is,” he had to think of the right word to say, ”light enough.”
Like a switch being flipped the small traces that placed Rohan in a good mood (such as a lightness to his steps and a relaxed yet refined posture) were replaced with sour demeanor. Slender fingers tighten over glasses in hand before setting them down on the nearest counter.
“Is that so?” Arms crossing over his front his gaze fell back on to Jotaro, however, this time with a cold anger setting in the green of his eyes. “I’m delighted to know that my manga, my life's work, is light enough for you to bless your time on.” The nerve of this man. If only he knew the work, the time, the passion that went into creating each panel of Pink Dark Boy. The research he slaved over in order to make his audience feel and learn new experiences. To call it ‘light reading’ was an insult to his very livelihood.
“red velvet isnt even its own flavor its just chocolate and red dye” listen pal if you dont know that i value aesthetics above all else you dont know me at all
Takes a nice, long, sip of his beer as he watches the ginger child run around calling everyone a thot.
Rohan’s Wacky Adventure
greetings, it’s the red rohan we all deserved but never got
‘ how fortunate i am in having a traveling companion of such wisdom and intelligence. ’ ——hiringuhato
CORALINE SENTENCE STARTERS
“You have truly been blessed on this day, Higashikata.” Words heavily dripping in sarcasm do not fail to capture Rohan’s notice. Yet he will ignore Josuke’s tone (aside from a flat tone and a seething glare quickly being shot the tallers way) in favor of studying the paper map currently held.
“Believe me--you’re the last person I want to be traveling with.
|| @hiringuhato ||
Have you ever eaten, a tangerine?
“You have the opportunity to ask I, The Great Kishibe Rohan, a question--and this is what you choose?”
God could lay himself at my feet and I would still want more