[...Oh. Body language is always so much easier than words, anyway, and Polnareff's in particular is loud and clear — he knows he's safe. He knows he's fine. He knows Jotaro is different and monstrous and he doesn't mind.
It's sort of stupid, how deeply and profoundly that hits him.]
...Something like it. Yeah. Wings, scales, claws. Tail. I can breathe fire. I —
[He wants to not talk about fire powers, actually, to Polnareff. So he briefly frees a hand and turns the back toward Polnareff, showing him the design inlaid in scale there.]
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It's sort of stupid, how deeply and profoundly that hits him.]
...Something like it. Yeah. Wings, scales, claws. Tail. I can breathe fire. I —
[He wants to not talk about fire powers, actually, to Polnareff. So he briefly frees a hand and turns the back toward Polnareff, showing him the design inlaid in scale there.]
It looks like Star Platinum, doesn't it?