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[ Cute.

That's kind of CUTE. In the worst possible way. Rohan doesn't make any faces-- no smile, no grimace; he just watches the naga and how he reacts. His intentions are pretty neutral. He's learning.

And Rohan loves to learn about people. ]

It's nice when you find someone who understands. I can't really relate. Jotaro had a lot of baggage that I couldn't possibly fathom. I felt that we always had a disconnect there.

[ i'm not saying i ENVY you or anything hahahahahaha ]

[It was cute, wasn't it? Uglycute, like a crosseyed puppy.]

Well I'm not sayin' we didn't have that, sometimes. There were things he was dealin' with that I couldn't... I mean I tried my best. That's what you do when you love someone.

[It's not normal to hear voices in your head, Marco! It's not healthy to listen to what they say!]

[ Whatever Rohan is doing, he stops. He stops focusing on wherever the emotional part of this conversation is headed. He tied himself into a knot-- painted himself in a corner, if you will. His hands glide through the air, conjuring up a pencil from the desk to play with between his fingers.

Time to stall. ]

Excellently put, Fiddleford. You open up, you accommodate, you try your best... [ A beat. A furrow of his brow and a twitch of his lips.

SNAP goes that pencil. ]

It's why I don't trust people.

Y'know, I don't either, usually?

[He's tired and he's hurt and he's tipsy and he should have stopped a couple of layers of familiarity back but he needs to talk about this if he's ever going to wrap his head around it.]

Never have. Trusted people. Hope for the best, plan for the worst, y'know. That's not trust, that's just bein' optimistic because the alternative's assumin' everyone's goin' to turn on you eventually and that's no way to live.

He's the first person since my wife I trusted and I should've figured it'd go the same way.

[ Rohan literally cannot blame this on alcohol. He dragged his own garbage kicking and screaming to the surface but he'll keep it on Fiddleford for now. ]

Things don't always go the way we want them to.

No. No, they sure as hell don't. He didn't even mean for this to happen, y'know. It wasn't his fault. Elias played him, I think.

[And now he's going to take the fall for it. Already is, but Fiddleford has a lot more problems with 'but maybe it's a good thing' than he does with the thing itself. If Marco hadn't tried to justify it things wouldn't have spiraled so badly.]

I haven't asked him. Elias. I mean. I haven't asked him how much of this was on purpose. Don't want to know the answer, bein' honest.

[ He plays with the snapped bits of pencil idly. ]

But do you think Elias will give you an honest answer?

No. That's one of the reasons I don't much want to know it.

[He runs a hand back through his hair, closes his eyes. Breathes in. Breathes out. God, he hates this.]

You said -- you said had. Earlier. Past tense. What happened?

[He didn't really know Jotaro and it's not as though he keeps up with Rohan's social life. This is news.]

[ uh oh ]

... Which part?

You said you always had a disconnect.

Oh. Jotaro.

We had parts of one another that we couldn't relate to. His were chasms between mine... And. [ He parts his lips but stops. ]

I always felt like I was reaching and reaching to grab onto something that I was never going to get because he wasn't going to open it up.

A crossed wire or nothing at all.

That was what loving him felt like sometimes.

[It sounds a lot like something he'd say about Marco or about his ex-wife, near the end of things. Or maybe Stanford, all the time, but the less he thinks about that the better. The point is that he knows that feeling and boy howdy it sure is a bizarre sensation to be sympathizing with Rohan Kishibe of all people.]

Oh.

M'sorry. Probably shouldn't've asked.

[That's private, he's got enough sense left in him to know that, and he's a man who respects privacy.]

But I know -- I know what that's like. I know it ain't no fun.

[ This is just as weird for him, alright... ]

'No fun' is a nice way of putting it.

[ Rohan's chest rises with a deep breath. It falls. ]

Shit happens. It happens to people who do their best. I know that you and I don't see eye to eye on much but I would be hard-pressed to say that we don't have a few things in common other than the snake situation.

[He nods. It feels weird to admit it but... yeah, he and Rohan see eye to eye on a lot more than he'd previously assumed.]

Y'know you're not wrong. Odd as it feels to say it.

Can't believe I'm feelin' better about talkin' to a Fog follower than my own dang god.

[ Same. ]

Say... [ He's skipping right over the bonding part here. Well, not quite. ] What if I asked you to come unwind somewhere else?

Maaaaaaa~aaaybe... The Fog Church? Open bar.

Now hold on a moment.

[He levels his gaze at Rohan, mustering up all the distrust he possibly can into his expression.]

You want me to just -- just walk right into her church and get even more drunk than I already am, like that's not just about the most suspect thing anyone's ever suggested to me?

[He looks at Rohan for a long, long moment.]

Alright.

[Whatever. He doesn't care anymore. What's one more death on top of all the rest?]

Edited 2017-08-30 04:30 (UTC)

[ Well, Rohan certainly sees no problems here. ]

No murder required. Promise~

[Privately he isn't sure how much a promise from Rohan Kishibe is worth, but at this point it's less because he thinks Rohan is actively trying to trick him and more because Rohan himself is a big old question mark to him. This is a man who's killed him multiple times, and yet Fiddleford doesn't really hate him for it. Some part of him recognizes that it was all strictly business, and it wasn't as though Rohan ever presented it as anything else. It was never personal.

This, though? This has been very personal.]

Uh-huh. Shake on it?

[It's like a pinkie swear for adults. Let him have this.]

[ A hand is extended.

Rohan is somewhat legitimately interested in seeing what might happen if he brings Fiddleford over. Somehow, this feels like the meeting came together perfectly. ]

After you.

[Alright. Okay. Just gonna take Rohan Kishibe by the hand and shake it like this is a perfectly normal thing to be doing and not in any way, shape or form a potentially disastrous idea. It does not escape him that he's in essence making a pact with a demon right now and that sure does make the scales on the back of his neck prickle uneasily and probably would even if Rohan wasn't a follower of the Fog. Well. It's done now. No going back.]

[ Don't let anyone know that he might possibly be having a Feeling.

Just gonna get this Manly Handshake out of the way.

As soon as possible, he pulls his hand back and folds it up in his other one.

D I R T Y ]

When I get my tail back, we can go visit the Church. I don't know if I can tell you that it will be an enlightening sort of experience but it's...

Something.

The architecture is impressive if nothing else.

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