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Everything had gone exactly as Terence T. D'Arby knew it would. It was actually all too easy catching the Joestars and Kakyoin by surprise and manipulating their fun entertaining games to his favor. Although they did pose quite a challenge, his victory was assured and all that was left were the spoils of war that was his and his alone.
Of course he made a mental note to present his gift of the Joestars to Lord Dio. Most certainly his master would be pleased. For now though, D'Arby wished to savor his victory. With a tender smile on his face, he gently caressed the smooth wooden face of the Kakyoin doll that was sitting on the open drawer. D'Arby ran his fingers through Kakyoin's long bangs before tracing the outline of the doll's forehead, down to the nose, and finally lips. Like a child at Christmas, he lifted the doll and planted a tender kiss.
D'Arby paused for a bit sensing an extreme heavy aura of murderous intent before turning his gaze downward. He then chuckled seeing the source.
"Ah, have I upset you, Jotaro?" laughed D'Arby in amusement.
The newly created doll gave no reply, but D'Arby suspected it was most likely yes.
Letting out another pleasant chuckle, the servant picked up Jotaro, who could only stare as he was placed gently into the cupboard along with Joseph.
D'Arby adjusted Jotaro's hat and gingerly patted the doll's head before gazing straight into Jotaro's eyes through half-lidded long lashes, whispering as though sharing a secret between them.
"Don't worry. I'll be sure to take very good care of everyone from now on."
Jotaro couldn't do much else but watch as D'Arby elegantly closed the cabinet door, Kakyoin in hand.