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[fistofthejoestar]

"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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[fistofthejoestar]

[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.

[goldenlegacy]

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

[fistofthejoestar]

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

[goldenlegacy]

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.

[fistofthejoestar]

[...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.

[goldenlegacy]

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

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

[fistofthejoestar]

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.

[goldenlegacy]

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.

[fistofthejoestar]

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.]

[goldenlegacy]

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.

[fistofthejoestar]

And to you as well.

[he's patient. it's probably going to happen when everyone is least expecting it.]