ic contact;;

[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]

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.]