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"It wants me to record something? I thought this was for other people to leave their messages..."

There is the sound of frantic shuffling of paper, as if someone is flipping through an instruction manual with a great deal of mystification, and then the 'message' ends.

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You'll try. I wouldn't guarantee that he'll give them up.

[You have no idea how much you mean to him, do you? Ugh. Giorno rubs his face.]

[in his defense, Jonathan isn't quite aware how much he means to most people.]

I'd hope that he would have grown out of such pettiness. [hope, but not really expect it] Still, I'd have to try if it got to that point.

[terrible defense.]

I... don't mean to pry, but what did you... get him?

[Just. Please don't let it have any weird connotations.]

There's a book on the evolution of human sacrifice in Aztec civilization that I've been enjoying, so I purchased a copy for him as well. There was also a box full of zippers.

[mumblemumblemumble while looking at some point in his room that isn't Giorno's face. he has a feeling this isn't the kind of gift that most people would understand.]

I wouldn't expect him to take the hint.

I had to try. He can't just keep walking around like that!

[DRAGGING HIS HANDS DOWN HIS FACE IN AGONY OH GOD THOSE FUCKING OUTFITS]

[Giorno covers his face and shakes his head a little.]

He...

Well. I think he's just going to...

...do what he wants.

[So basically, yes he can, good try though.]

[Jonathan leans back in his chair, groaning softly]

...most likely. Maybe I'll work on going blind instead.

Perhaps just elevate your gaze.

[it takes him a moment to realize what's being implied here, but when it goes Jonathan's chair hits the floor again in a loud slam that almost distracts from how red his face has gotten again.]

I-it's not like that! It's just difficult not to be aware of how indecent it is!

[HE'S NOT STARING AT HIS BROTHER'S CROTCH JUST KNOWING IT EXISTS IS THE PROBLEM OK]

{Giorno's facial expression has not flickered, not even a little.]

It could be worse, really.

[He could just not wear the leotard.]

If you think of it in those terms, things become more easily tolerated.

I'm not entirely certain about that.

[he's probably already seen Dio naked at least once, and even if not the concept is somehow more tolerable than the stripper look. maybe it's the lack of lip gloss? or just the dong being out there without any horrible pretenses.]

But then, I don't usually dwell on how much more poorly things could be going.

Yes, I remember that. I seem to remember suggesting that you try planning for downspells in the future, but my guess is you haven't done that.

[his expression quickly becomes sheepish. whoops, caught.]

Not especially, no. To be perfectly honest it slipped from my mind entirely.

Consider this a reminder! You should do everything within your power to avoid ending up dead!

[wow, Giorno is really insistent about this matter. it's awfully sweet, and likely what prompts his soft smile.]

I promise to do my best. I have no intentions of dying anytime soon, after all.

I'm glad to hear that. It's important to value yourself... and to accept your vlaue to others, as well.

...yes, you're right. The way things are here is so surreal that sometimes I forget that.

I can imagine. But I think...

[...]

Out of all those of your line who have arrived here... you're the one we all love best.

[.....and by the way...]

Don't blush. It's only an observation.

[...ah. Jonathan ducks his head, ostensibly to abide by Giorno's request and keep his blush off camera. this time, however, what he's trying to shield are tears. the words hit him somewhere sublimely painful, that place where the gratitude and happiness refuse to stay locked away and clamor for release.

he wipes his face once, trying to keep the tears to nothing more than a bright shine in his eyes. his voice is soft, but emotion makes up for that and more.]

...I'm lucky. I'm so very lucky to have all of you.

...that must mean we're lucky, as well.

[he takes a little breath because... that's enough of honesty. It's taxing, okay.]

Then I'm doubly honored.

[his family is, each and every one of them, made up of exceptional people. for those people to feel lucky to have him in their lives...it's overwhelming, in the best possible way.

he breathes out a little laugh finally, regaining just a small piece of his composure. his eyes are still dangerously bright.]

Ah, but I think I've made a mess of things here even without blushing! You'll have to forgive me.

My forgiveness is yours, then.

[He rubs his face a little.]

Hm. I didn't mean to steer the conversation in such a maudlin direction. Apologies.

There's nothing to apologize for. I'm egregiously sentimental at the best of times, remember? And today is a holiday.

[so, really, there was no way that he could have possibly gotten out of it. Giorno's lucky that they aren't having this conversation in person, though, because he'd have also had to dodge a hug.]

Ah. I guess that makes it inevitable.

[Yeah, you'd have to catch him first.]

[He kind of smiles, and dips his head.]

Well. Merry Christmas, Jonathan.

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