You Have A Visitor, Kakyoin. This Time In The Form Of A Familiar Spectre. One Who Is Terribly Curious

you have a visitor, kakyoin. this time in the form of a familiar spectre. one who is terribly curious about whatever it may be that you've got in your hands. he doesn't touch, of course, but he is not-so-subtly trying to look over your shoulder.

The presence brings a slight smile to Kakyoin's face, despite his concentration. All of his attention is focused on the Game Boy in his hands, and although he makes a small effort to tilt his head to allow his visitor a clearer view, it's only a moment later that he's clicking his tongue in irritation, holding up the system for the stand to investigate.

❝Are you interested in things like this, Star Platinum? That would surprise me. I've been trying to catch up on some of the things I've missed in my free time. I enjoyed the first game quite a bit, but the second was released shortly after I visited Egypt with my family, so I still haven't played it. I thought I would try this newer one, since it's handheld, but... how should I say this... the controls for this game are terrible.❞

🌩️ or [thunder] to see how my muse(s) would react during a thunderstorm

send 🌩️ or [thunder] to see how my muse(s) would react during a thunderstorm.

With a frown, Kakyoin gazed out over the street through the window, absently raising the blinds further out of the way as he watched the rain fall in heavy grey sheets. His expression only deepened at the low rumbling overhead, and at last, he turned away from the glass, reaching for his cup of tea that he'd had sitting nearby.

❝I was hoping it might hold off just a little while longer,❞ he admitted with a clipped sigh, taking a seat beside his colleague. ❝I don't mind storms, but I would have preferred it if I were home first.❞

I love that feeling of like… having alone time but also with someone? You know when you’re in the same room, sitting together on the sofa or the bed, quietly and separately doing your own things. Maybe leaning against each other or softly touching. Sometimes you don’t actually wanna talk but you’re still enjoying the silent presence of that person. There’s a sense of quiet, peaceful comfort.

If they come after us, we will fight them together.

((She'd react a lot worse for a version she gets to know better, but for classic-flavor-kyoin...))

"Mr. Joestar and his grandson will be returning soon from their business trip? That is good to hear. What of the sweet young lad who went with them for his studies? The one who'd taken such a shine to Mrs. Kujo?"

The silence over the phone before the careful reply was enough to drop her heart into her stomach. "An... an accident. I see. Please, let me know what I may do to aid with the funerary arrangements."

It hardly seemed fair. Mortals already had such brief lives. For one to be cut off before even reaching full flower was a tragedy.

My muse is dead. Tell me how yours is dealing with it.