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"Noriaki...?" Jotaro grumbles from where he's fiddling with his smart phone, clumsily tapping Jolyne's contact info, only for the damn thing to give him the same error message that he dismisses with a harsh jab of his finger.

Jolyne's contact photo -- one she took herself, where she's flipping him off from the screen -- feels personal, what with his phone's rejection of even calling her. Jotaro frowns down at it before he sighs, pushing his reading glasses up to rest on his forehead, pressing his fingers against his eyes.

"Yeah, Jojo?" Kakyoin calls back as he pads into the room, his socked feet silent against the floor -- Jotaro can only tell he's moving because of the small hitch of his crutches. "What's- oh," he scowls, staring past Jotaro's shoulder to the phone in his lap.

Jotaro nods his head, scooting over on the couch to make room for Kakyoin to sit down next to him, which he does, his side warm against Jotaro's as he gently takes his phone from him.

Kakyoin taps around himself, opening up settings and then network and wifi settings to review reports that Jotaro doesn't care to decipher before he grumbles and asks Jotaro to plug in their router. Jotaro isn't sure what difference that will make, but Kakyoin understands the difference between wifi and cell service more than he does, so he listens.

"I think we should dump this network provider, Jojo," he calls as Jotaro stands, his knees cracking, and Jotaro huffs. "We'll give them this last chance, but... They better give us a month free after all the issues they've been giving us..."

Jotaro grunts an acknowledgement and heads over to their office door. "Haggling isn't the average American company's strong suit," he calls over his shoulder.

He can hear the smile in Kakyoin's voice as he responds, "I know," and he chuckles at the veiled threat for their cell service, pulls his glasses off his head to hang off his shirt instead, and plugs the router in.

When he comes back to the room, Kakyoin's pulled his own phone out, connecting to their wifi network and calling their provider, while offering Jotaro his own phone back.

Jotaro raises a brow but takes it, while Kakyoin scowls as tinny hold music begins playing from his speakers.

"I hate it here so much," Kakyoin seethes, before slumping into Jotaro's side when he sits down again. "Anyway. I can call them on my phone, you call Jolyne like you were trying to do."

Jotaro blinks. "Will it work now?"

"You can make a call while connected to wifi," Kakyoin says absently, "but you need cell service otherwise. Which is why we need the provider in the first place." His expression darkens. "'Provider...' please. Maybe if they would actually do their jobs..."

Jotaro snorts, but leans against Kakyoin's side anyway, and taps Jolyne's contact information. Finally, his phone displays a calling screen, buzzing slightly as it silently dials, and Jotaro pulls it up to his ear, but not before kissing the top of Kakyoin's head.

When Jotaro pulls away, the small smile Kakyoin has on his face distracts him from his call until Jolyne's voice cuts in, "Old man?" and he tunes back to his daughter.

He can feel Kakyoin's hand worm its way between where they're smushed together while they both talk on their respective calls, lacing their fingers together. Jotaro's chest tenses, and he squeezes. Kakyoin squeezes back.

"Hey Jolyne," Jotaro says and Kakyoin begins his own polite-words-but-sharp-tone conversation. "Just wanted to check in?"

"You're using the wrong screw."

Kakyoin scowls down at the screwdriver he's been trying and failing to fit into the head of a bolt before he lifts his head to sneer at Jotaro, who is lounging unhelpfully with the instructions to their new coffee table in hand.

"And why didn't you tell me this earlier?" Kakyoin growls. Jotaro looks up at him, eyes lidded in boredom.

"Because I only just got to the point in reading where we attach the legs," he answers simply. Kakyoin scoffs but rips out the screw, taking some wood shavings with it, but he doesn't care.

"I told you we should read this," Jotaro says as he turns back to the instructions, and Kakyoin twitches, only just resisting the urge to chuck the screwdriver at his head. Instead Hierophant manifests, snaking along the mess of their living room and snatching the manual from Jotaro, who jolts before shooting a dirty look Kakyoin's way.

"It's a coffee table," Kakyoin seethes as Hierophant hands him the instructions, "it's a platform and some legs. It should be intuitive."

Jotaro's brows raise before he sits up, gingerly scooting across the mess to make it to Kakyoin's side. Kakyoin tenses, but he doesn't push him away, even as Jotaro settles and their knees knock together. "Kakyoin, neither of us are carpenters. It's not about us being stupid, it's jsut that we don't know."

Kakyoin wrinkles his nose. "Don't talk to me like I'm a kid."

Jotaro rolls his eyes. "Then don't act like one."

Kakyoin rears his head back, but Jotaro gently grabs the instructions again, reading over the step they're on -- Step three, Kakyoin thinks scornfully, out of five! This should've been easy! -- before he points to a pile of screws a few meters away from Kakyoin's foot.

"Those ones," Jotaro says, and Kakyoin sniffs.

"Why are there even two sets of screws in the first place?" Kakyoin grumbles as Hierophant, still summoned, slithers along the floor to circle around the screws and bring them over to them.

"Mm..." Jotaro looks back at the instructions. "Those are to reinforce the table part. They go in the center."

Kakyoin sighs. "Great."

Jotaro knocks their shoulders together and Kakyoin sighs again, a little rougher, but his shoulders droop.

"How about," Jotaro pipes up, "you read the instructions and tell me what to do. You read faster than I do anyway."

Kakyoin presses his lips into a line, raising his head to look Jotaro in the face. Jotaro is... patient, which Kakyoin wasn't really expecting to see. His face is lax, but eyes alert, and he's looking at Kakyoin steadily, eyes as blue as ever. Kakyoin shudders and turns away.

"Fine," he grumbles, before he sighs and shoots Jotaro a smirk. "You just like it when I boss you around so much, huh?"

Jotaro lets out a sharp exhale past his teeth then, and he shoves Kakyoin's shoulder with his own. "Shut up," he grumbles, taking the screwdriver from Kakyoin's hands, planting a quick kiss against Kakyoin's knuckles before Kakyoin can even react, making him jump.

"So, where do these screws go, boss?" Jotaro crows, and Kakyoin scoffs, shoving his shoulder good-naturedly as he turns to the instructions.

"There should be a socket in the legs. Put a screw in there and then..."

Kakyoin keeps fidgeting, and it's making Jotaro uneasy. He's tapping his foot, then gnawing on a nail, then drumming his fingers against his arm, then summoning Hierophant to spiral around his head before getting bored and repeating it all over again. When he starts tapping his foot yet again Jotaro twitches. He's the smoker of the two, and he's not nearly this nervous...

"What's wrong?" He asks.

Kakyoin nearly jumps out of his skin. "What? Nothing."

Jotaro scrunches his face. "Did you forget to floss or something?"

Kakyoin scowls. "What? No. Come on, you lived with me every day for 50 days. You know I floss."

Jotaro shrugs. "Then what is up with... this?"

Kakyoin raises a brow. "What do you mean?" He asks breezily.

Jotaro rolls his eyes. "Do you think I think you're stupid?"

Kakyoin scowls then. "No- I'm just-" Kakyoin frowns and sighs. There's a beat of silence, but Jotaro doesn't needle him. It stretches on, and Jotaro's considering turning back to the magazine stack he was eyeing earlier when Kakyoin pipes up, "It's just... I haven't had a check up in months. And we're adults now."

Jotaro raises a brow. "... Yeah?"

Kakyoin lets out a noise that could have been a growl if he was more committed. "It's- wisdom teeth, Jotaro! I don't want surgery to get my wisdom teeth removed."

Jotaro blinks, struggling to follow Kakyoin's train of thought, eyes flicking across the room as if that'd show him the line from point A to point B. "... Have your wisdom teeth grown in?"

"What?" Kakyoin asks distractedly. "Yes?" He frowns. "I don't know- how would I know?"

Jotaro gestures. "Doesn't, like, your mouth get sore when they come in?"

Kakyoin blinks at him. "Jojo, I'm on opioids. I wouldn't feel it if they did."

Jotaro blinks in turn. "Oh." He frowns. "Okay, well... Who said you would need to get them removed anyway?"

Kakyoin's brows pinch. "Huh? It's the normal procedure."

"Sure," Jotaro says, "for someone with a normal sized mouth. But yours is super wide."

Kakyoin whips his head to stare at Jotaro, jaw dropped, and Jotaro feels like he's missing something. Gritting his teeth, Jotaro gestures at Kakyoin's lips.

"My point," Jotaro says, and Kakyoin shuts his mouth so fast his bottom lip just skims past Jotaro's finger, and sparks zip up and down his arm, and he decides it would be best if he forgot the faint feeling of Kakyoin's skin against his finger sooner rather than later, "my- my point," Jotaro reiterates, "is that you have plenty of room in your mouth for wisdom teeth."

Kakyoin stares at him, and for a moment, Jotaro's hair is on end, and he's certain he's going to hit him. Instead, Kakyoin chuckles, just a little, and the pitch is high, and the sound ugly as it always is, but he pats Jotaro's shoulder and Jotaro isn't sure if he's breathing.

"That's only if they don't grow in crooked," Kakyoin reminds him, but he's giggling, and Jotaro squints.

"Like I said, they have plenty of room," Jotaro points out, "so they should grow in fine."

Kakyoin smiles at him then, a little crookedly, his eyes crinkled, and Jotaro really doesn't understand what's so amusing, his hat quickly gluing to his forehead with sweat, his collar holding too much heat too close to his neck, but he doesn't move.

"You're so sweet, Jotaro," Kakyoin murmurs then, tilting his head a little, his bang swaying with the motion, and Jotaro desperately darts his gaze to watch it to avoid facing his intense violet eyes any longer. Kakyoin chuckles and the sound reverberates between Jotaro's vertebrae. "Even if your way of comforting is... well," Kakyoin smiles again and Jotaro ducks his head, "very... you."

"What does that mean..." Jotaro grumbles, and Kakyoin lets out another awful laugh.

"It's a good thing," Kakyoin reassures him, patting his shoulder again. "I like it when you're you."

Before Jotaro can even think to respond to that sentence, the hygienist emerges from the back, calling out, "Kakyoin, Noriaki?"

Kakyoin smiles and pats Jotaro's shoulder yet again. Jotaro feels, hysterically, like he wants to bite him. "Thank you, Jojo," Kakyoin says, and Jotaro shrugs stiffly.

"... See you when you're done," Jotaro says, and Kakyoin smiles, turns, and walks with the hygienist into the back. Once the door closes, Jotaro sinks into his chair, letting out a deep breath as he splays out.

Now he's worried if he has a cavity.

Jotaro scowls as Kakyoin hands him tinfoil, and Kakyoin has to bite back a snort. "What?" He asks instead.

"We're seriously going to try and make leftovers out of this?" He seethes, gesturing to the remains of the canned beans that none of them, not even Iggy, wanted to touch.

Kakyoin raises a brow. "We're not exactly rife with a ton of options," he says, gesturing to the wide expanse of desert around them, the dunes purple in the icy dusk. Jotaro's expression stays dark.

"I'm so sick of this shit," he spits, even as he takes the tinfoil and wraps it around the top of the can, securing it with a rubber band.

Kakyoin hums, watching him for a moment. The beans dealt with, Jotaro moves to the pickled green beans, his nose wrinkling as he wraps them, too. His shoulders are tight, up near his ears.

"Hey," Kakyoin says, coming over to gently bump Jotaro's hip with his own. Jotaro twitches, turning his sour expression toward him. "When we make it back to Japan, what are you most excited to eat?"

Jotaro scowls. "You mean if we make it make to Japan."

Kakyoin avoids the urge to roll his eyes and instead stares at Jotaro dead-on. "I said when, I mean when."

Jotaro pauses. Kakyoin takes the opportunity and grabs the cans in his hands, offering them to Hierophant to take back to the jeep.

"Me," Kakyoin says as he move to their utensils, wrinkling his nose at the bits of food left on the forks, "I'm excited for some tonkatsu. Pork is pretty universal on this side of the world, but I miss the way we make it at home, you know?"

Jotaro doesn't respond for several moments, which is fine by Kakyoin. He instead pours a water bottle into their sole pot, placing it on top of the still-smouldering coals of the fire they used to heat up their dinner.

"But, you know," Kakyoin continues, "I'm excited to try some Egyptian falafel. It originated from Egypt, did you know?" Kakyoin hums, glancing down at the pot before taking a paper towel and wiping the forks clean, then tossing them into the slowly boiling water to sterilize. "I didn't get to try any the..." Kakyoin clears his throat, pushing back dark memories, "the first time I was here."

He looks over his shoulder then, and Jotaro's still standing stiffly. Something in Kakyoin aches, and he wishes he understood what it was about Jotaro that made everything inside him hurt, why he never wanted it to stop hurting.

Finally, Jotaro tugs his hat down, before he moves next to Kakyoin, kneeling down besides the remains of their fire with him.

"... Just some miso," Jotaro finally answers, volume quiet even if his voice is gravelly, and Kakyoin can't help but think that must be because of the cigarettes. "My mom made really good miso. She makes her own broth."

Kakyoin's brows raise -- he was not expecting Jotaro to be so honest -- but he only hums. "Your house was pretty traditional, does that mean you'd have something like miso for breakfast a lot?"

Jotaro shrugs as he wraps tinfoil and a rubber band around a can of chicken breast, which Kakyoin honest wasn't sure was chicken at all, let alone a breast, but per Joseph's words, protein was protein. "... Used to," Jotaro admits, and Kakyoin hums. He's so curious, but...

Instead, he brushes their shoulders together, adding deniability as he continues the movement by leaning forward to glance at the pot, then his watch. "Well," Kakyoin says, "I'll have to try it some time."

Jotaro doesn't respond to that, simply falling into the rhythm of wrapping what remains of their cans, crumpling up and bagging what was empty. It's a nice sound, Jotaro crunching sand beneath him as he moves about, and Kakyoin feels a strange sort of peace settle over him as he glances at his watch again to check if it's been long enough yet.

"You should... sleep over, then," Jotaro says, voice so strained in its attempt to be casual that Kakyoin is surprised it didn't crack. He whips his head up to stare at Jotaro, lips parted, but Jotaro isn't looking at him, his head bowed, the brim of his had low over his face. "'s a breakfast food," Jotaro elaborates, shrugging stiffly. "So you should be there for breakfast if you want it. It would be easy to just spend the night than get there in the morning. So."

Kakyoin tries, he swears he does, but he cannot stop the heat in his chest that outranks the one coming from the fire, spreading throughout his body, making his arms warm. He cannot stop himself from smiling, his lips pulling apart to show off his teeth, his tongue, his insides, and he feels vulnerable, and he feels thrilled about it. "Oh?"

He can't keep the smile out of his voice, and Jotaro can tell, because he ducks even further underneath his hat. "Just saying. You were the one who said you wanted to try it," he mumbles.

"And you'd really invite me over just so I can do that?" Kakyoin can't help but tease, his voice a purr, and Jotaro shudders. Kakyoin's fingers twitch, his stomach smouldering.

"Kakyoin," Jotaro snaps crossly, and Kakyoin shakes his head, grinning, as he turns and moves a little closer. Jotaro hears him -- there's no way he wouldn't be able to, with the way the sand crunches underneath his uniform slacks obnoxiously -- but he doesn't move away.

When Kakyoin's in front of him, Kakyoin gently reaches and tugs Jotaro's hand away from his brim. Jotaro keeps his head ducked, which Kakyoin allows, but he can't stop smiling. In the remaining light, he can see Jotaro's flushed. His stomach hurts with how warm he is.

"That's very kind of you, Jotaro," Kakyoin says, and Jotaro twitches. "I'd be happy to sleep over." He squeezes Jotaro's hand then, and Jotaro trembles, letting out a sharp breath.

"Okay," he says gravely, "then- okay." He nods, jerkily, and Kakyoin has to squeeze his eyes shut, smiling so wide, gritting his teeth against a nameless yellow, warm beam of something that wants to drip from his throat, out of his mouth.

When Kakyoin regains control of himself, he echoes Jotaro's nod despite the fact he can't see him. he squeezes his hand again. "Okay," Kakyoin agrees.

Jotaro's shoulders twitch, and Kakyoin finally decides to give him a break then, gently sliding his hand out of Jotaro's grip and moving back to the pot, glancing at his watch. "Silverware's ready to be taken out," he commentates, and Jotaro nods.

Kakyoin turns back then, grabbing the handles of the pot and pouring as much water out as he can without dumping the utensils out with it, before putting it upright again and leaving it out to dry in the dry cold.

He turns, and is surprised to see Jotaro's moved closer without him noticing. Jotaro doesn't acknowledge this; he just slumps down next to Kakyoin, leaning against him, and Kakyoin grins to himself, leaning back just as much.

They don't say anything more, but that's okay. Staring at the few rays of sun that give way to the stars and moon, Kakyoin doesn't even feel cold, not at all.

"This is why I wanted a futon," Jotaro grumbles as he stares at the mess of what is supposed to be a sheet.

Kakyoin raises a brow from his side of the bed. "You put sheets over futons too, Jotaro."

Jotaro scowls as he stares down at the western mattress. "Yeah, but it's easier to lift a futon to get the sheet under. Mattresses are so goddamn hard to get a grip on."

Kakyoin snorts. "Yeah, I guess you have a point there. But," He grabs his side of the sheet then, gesturing to Jotaro, who grumbles wordlessly but takes his own side, pulling the band around the fabric taut, "it doesn't change that we have a mattress now, and we need to change it."

Jotaro sneers. "I know." But he still moves to wrap one end of the sheet around one corner, and Kakyoin smiles and echoes the movement on his side. It's true it wasn't Jotaro's idea to get a western mattress, but Kakyoin prefers the elevation, how it's easier to slide on and off with his back, than to rise up or down from the floor.

As they move silently, both keeping the sheet pinned as they get it in place, Kakyoin summons Hierophant, moving to stuff their pillows back into their pillow cases.

Laundry has never been Jotaro's favorite chore, but Kakyoin doesn't mind. He likes the soft feeling of the fresh, clean fabric, the subtle scent of detergent wafting against his nose as they move the sheet around.

They finally get the sheet pinned and in place on the bed, and Jotaro sighs and steps away, glancing at Hierophant as it gently tosses the pillows on top.

"Come on," Kakyoin says, moving to grab their flat sheet and comforter, "We're almost done."

Jotaro's face pinches. "What's the point of that? We're just going to move it again in a few hours when we go to bed."

Kakyoin raises a brow. "If you don't want to, I can do this alone, you know."

Jotaro scowls again. "I didn't say that. I'm just asking the point."

Kakyoin ducks his head to hide a smile, but it leaks into his voice as he says, "It keeps it clean until we're ready for bed. So we don't need to wash it again so soon."

Jotaro perks up a little then, and it reminds Kakyoin a bit of a bird. "Which means we won't need to do this again for a while?"

Kakyoin snorts. "I guess so, yeah-"

The blankets are taken from Kakyoin's hands and spread out over the bed before he can blink, and Kakyoin pauses for a second, lips parting, before he snorts, giggles, and then outright laughs.

"Are you going to help or not?" Jotaro calls from where he's tucking one side of the blankets underneath the mattress, and Kakyoin snorts, moving to tuck in his own side. He can't stop smiling.

Jotaro squints at his half of the old receipt Joseph wrote their shopping list on. "What's the point of getting spices if we're eating canned food?"

Kakyoin shrugs from where he's looking at his own half of the list, smoothing it back out from the crinkle it took on when he tore it in half to give them both their share. "Makes it a little more... enjoyable? It's not like sitting in a wet can allows food to marinate in a particularly tasty broth."

Jotaro wrinkles his nose, his stomach jerking inside of him. "That's gross."

Kakyoin snorts, nodding. "Exactly! Which is why we're gonna get spices."

Jotaro sighs. "How many do we need again?"

Kakyoin shrugs. "Mr. Joestar said we're gonna be in the desert for at least a night. So probably three day's worth, just to be safe?"

Jotaro's face pinches. "I don't want to carry all of that."

Kakyoin shoots him a wry, crooked smile, and Jotaro's stomach twists again. "Well, if we get stranded out there then, I'm gonna vote on eating you first."

Jotaro barks out a laugh, shaking his head. "Isn't human meat poisonous?"

Kakyoin shrugs. "Not any more poisonous than alcohol, I would assume."

Jotaro huffs, and Kakyoin smiles at him again. "You think about this a lot?"

"Not particularly," Kakyoin scoffs, "but cannibalism is an interesting phenomenon. We've all thought about it some."

Jotaro snorts again. "Whatever you say, Kakyoin." He turns back to their receipts, sighing. "Okay. So, I'm dealing with the cans and water-"

"Actually," Kakyoin cuts in, "I was thinking I should do the water. I can speak a little bit of the dialect here, enough to get a couple of gallons of water without trouble."

Jotaro squints, shifting his jaw. "But won't it be heavy to carry by yourself?"

Kakyoin raises a brow. "Do you think I can't lift heavy things, Jojo?"

Jotaro squirms. "I just meant- you know those fucking jugs, it's hard to get a grip on them..."

Kakyoin's expression relaxes again then, and Jotaro feels a lump in his throat. He clears it, jerking his head to the side, his chain lightly clinking with the motion, and Kakyoin's growing smile is audible with his small little hum.

"Don't worry, Jotaro," Kakyoin says softly, like they're sharing a secret, and Jotaro glances back his way to see some of Hierophant's tentacles manifesting behind Kakyoin's head, "I'll have all the grip I need."

Jotaro lets out a breath. "Okay..."

Kakyoin lightly nudges him. "Besides, cans are their own annoyance. It's hard to get a grip if you have too many, and you risk a bag ripping with them."

Jotaro sighs. "I guess..."

Kakyoin smirks then. "Don't look so sad that we can't shop together Jojo, this'll only take a second,"

Jotaro feels heat creep up his neck and he shoots a dirty look at Kakyoin. "That's not- I didn't-"

Kakyoin cackles, and it's such an ugly fucking sound, and Jotaro kind of wants to study it, to learn how he breathes to make that noise.

"We'll meet at the front of the store in 15 minutes, okay?" Kakyoin says, patting Jotaro's shoulder, before moving to the back where the water jugs are. Jotaro stares after him for a second, heat still lining his collar, until Kakyoin's green uniform fades into the crowd.

He sighs, turning to his own portion of the shopping list. He glances back at where Kakyoin went before he turns on his heel at heads to the cans. I bet I can do this in under 15 minutes. Then I can...

Jotaro purses his lips, his chest swooping like he's swerving around something.

... Then I can shove it in his face that he's moving slow and should've let me help.

Nodding his head, Jotaro gets to work.

Jotaro stiffens beside Kakyoin in the back seat, and before he can ask, the song that just came on the radio adds in a saxophone in addition to the beginning piano-only notes, and Kakyoin's brain is scratched.

Like a honey melody, only twice as sweet...

"Hey, turn that up!" Kakyoin calls to where Polnareff is driving, Joseph napping in the passenger seat.

Polnareff raises his brow back at him. "You like jazz?"

"Eyes on the road!" Kakyoin snaps, before clarifying, "And sorta. This was just a popular song from when I was a kid. I haven't heard it in ages."

I want to call you my baby...

Polnareff hums, finally adhering to Kakyoin's request and turning it up. "Well, if it's so young, that must be why the jazz station is still playing it."

Kakyoin twitches, ears picking up on the intonation of an insult. "Hey, what does that mean?"

Polnareff shoots him a deadpan look in the rearview mirror. "I'm calling you a baby, Kakyoin."

Kakyoin kicks at Polnareff's seat and he just cackles, driving across the desert sand steadily.

"I'd be honored to love you, my baby," Kakyoin mumbles along to the lyrics, only to frown when he hears a harsh exhale from beside him. He turns his head to see Jotaro looking positively mortified. Oh, right...

Let me take your hand, and you take mine... We'll teach each other to love the other right...

Jotaro lets out a sound that is hard to describe as anything other than a squeak. Kakyoin raises a brow, but before he can speak, Polnareff does.

"Aw, Jotaro, what's wrong?" Polnareff calls over the tune. "Don't like love songs?" And he it turns it up even higher. Jotaro gets a sort of green pallor to his face then.

Kakyoin slowly scoots over a little, brushing their hands together, and Jotaro whips his head to face him.

Kakyoin's brows furrow upward, gently reaching with his thumb to stroke along one of Jotaro's fingers. "Do you not like this song?"

"It's- it's not that," Jotaro heaves out, and he looks like he's trying not to swallow his tongue. Kakyoin and Polnareff exchange glances in the rearview mirror again. "It's just-"

The way you move has got me aching, oh baby, I'm trembling in the arms of you-

Jotaro slaps his hands over his ears just as Joseph suddenly bolts upright and roars, "IS THIS THAT SONG THAT BASTARD WROTE ABOUT MY DAUGHTER?!"

Kakyoin jumps damn-near out of his skin while Polnareff yelps, "HUH?"

Jotaro tugs the brim of his hat down over his eyes, squirming uncomfortably on his seat. "Give me a fucking break- this is the song my dad wrote my mom on their honeymoon, so can we please turn it off?"

Kakyoin's jaw drops while Polnareff shouts, "WHAT?!" while Joseph slams his fist into the console to turn the radio off. Oh fuck, that's right- Kujo-

"Jotaro, I didn't know your dad was famous?!" Polnareff calls over Joseph's cussing, and Jotaro shrugs, cheeks the reddest Kakyoin's ever seen them.

"Just in specific circles..." he mumbles before he kicks Joseph's seat. "Shut up old man!"

Kakyoin covers his mouth, but he can't help the few giggles that escape him, and Jotaro jerks his gaze to him.

"Just- I grew up singing that song, Jojo," he snickers, and Jotaro covers his face and groans, and Kakyoin laughs louder.

"Tell me about it," Jotaro huffs, "my mom played it all the time-"

"I wish she wouldn't!" Joseph cuts in from the front, and Kakyoin laughs.

"I just thought it was only me until elementary school when the other kids read my name and asked me about it," Jotaro mutters, "and it makes it worse that I get what all of the lyrics mean now."

Kakyoin snickers, while Polnareff outright guffaws from the front and Joseph seethes audibly. Jotaro sighs again, shaking his head, and Kakyoin squeezes his hand from where they're still touching.

Jotaro goes still then, before silently squeezing back. Kakyoin smiles, and as Joseph yells at Polnareff to Stop laughing at the sullying of my daughter! he leans his head against Jotaro's shoulder.

"If it helps," he starts softly, Jotaro pressing his head down on top of his in order to hear him, "I wasn't thinking about your mom when I was singing along just now..."

Jotaro groans and pushes him off his shoulder, which Kakyoin allows, laughing. "Good fucking grief..."