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Reimi Sugimoto ⬤ JJBA: Diamond Is Unbreakable
residential district ⬤ ???
moonblessing ⬤ Cordis

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[penpoint]

You're - not. [ Sort of. ] But I don't know anyone trustworthy, and I definitely do not trust other Stand users. Giorno's an okay person.

[ Oops. It doesn't help that he's had few positive interactions with any since he's gotten his Stand. Usually they end up either trying to kill each other or he just doesn't end up liking them. ]

So you won't have to worry about sharing me at all.

[ He does feel pretty reassured, though. ]

Absolutely. I'd have to give you some extra skills to defend yourself.

[doreimi]

You're not going to learn whether they're trustworthy or not unless you give them a chance to prove it to you.

[...Well. Normal people wouldn't, anyway. But this is Rohan; everything is more complicated when Heaven's Door is in play.

And actually, speaking of...]

"Give me" some extra skills? You mean teach me?

[penpoint]

Or I could skip to the part where I find out what I need to know and decide.

[ Preferred. Much preferred. Heaven's Door is Rohan's 'getting to know you' cheat code where he doesn't have to get to know anyone. He is certain Reimi will quit that idea really fast. ]

I mean give you, Reimi. Obviously. I'm flattered you think I cold teach.

[ He scoops up the omurice for her, and puts it on the place, nudging it in her direction as he cracks more eggs to let them cook. ]

If it were about you staying safe, it would be an immediate thing.

[doreimi]

You know, if you never practice a skill the hard way, it'll always be hard, and you'll never know any other way to do it except the easy way. But you already know that.

[Fortunately, though, she gets caught on the next bit — that and the omurice both, which smells absolutely fucking delicious to her (and her Cordis) right now, and the polite thing to do would be to wait until he's got a plate too, but then her stomach growls insistently and thoughts of restraint immediately disappear.]

...You'd write in me. That's what you're getting at. And then I'd just know, right?

[penpoint]

I know, Reimi. I was an established manga-ka before I had my Stand, but if you don't have to - why would you?

[ It wounds like a lot of Extra Work. Extra work that he doesn't want to do. And no one can make him. He spins to finish putting together his omurice. He hurries putting his together and gets himself a fork and plate. Because he doesn't want to leave her waiting. He props himself on his counter with an elbow. ]

Yes. That's exactly what I'd do. I know you'd be safe, then. That's what matters most to me.