Noble Tragic

Bizarre, is it.

“Granted, I suppose no more or less than vampires, Stands, or sun based martial arts. I’d guess it’s one of the tamer things in the grand scheme.”

Confusing? There’s nothing confusing about it, Jojo. He has the birthmark, doesn’t he? The star-shaped one? Not to mention he has quite a few inherited traits from you.

Face it.

He’s the fruit of your loins, Jojo. 

“It’s not that I’m particularly loathe or embarrassed to admit such a thing. Far from it. It’s just. Bizarre.”

Well, of course we’re inviting him. He’s my most precious nephew, as you said, as well as…

…

“Good friend?” Really, Jojo?

“At least that’s me being honest and also just about the least confusing thing I could probably say in this situation, Ronnie.”

[She’s smiling at that, at least? It’s working!]

Have you? Goodness, here I am, wondering if I’ve ever seen you eat–you, in particular.

We’ll just leave that up to Dio to decide, won’t we?

After all, those without manners are unfit to live.

“I suppose that is in your judgement, Ronnie.”

“That being said, while we’re at Giorno’s, perhaps it would be prudent to invite him as well. He’s your nephew after all, and my....”

It’s not the same if the blood’s already in the pudding, Jojo! I want to put it there myself! I want to earn it!

[Ronnie. No. Jesus christ.]

…

A family dinner… indeed, the last I remember having one of those was… childhood, at least. Adolescence at best.

“At least I’ve developed much better manners since then.”

“Although I would imagine that it would have been hard for me not to.”

[You just narrowly danced your way out of losing an arm, Jojo. Good on you!]

I do enjoy eating.

But will consuming a meal quench my thirst for blood, I wonder. I certainly doubt it… it may be a temporary fix to a long-term problem…

I almost wonder if we should get brother to join us.

“There’s always blood pudding for that.”

Not what she means, Jonathan. Certainly not.

I need an excuse not to go on a murder spree tonight. I’ve been exhausting every option, and yet, nothing seems to be winning out against just going out and…

[She pounds her fist into her palm three times.]

Do you have any suggestions.

“I don’t suppose you’d settle for a nice dinner on what is most definitely not any marked occasion that anyone is aware of?”

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[Oh boy, she’s got that tone going on. Somebody’s having a day.]

“Yes, sister?”

He realizes what day it is. That being said, he also realizes that she doesn’t want it mentioned or getting around. He can respect that. Plus if that Egyptian man that sounds distressingly like their brother finds out?

You ever just. Just get that feel?

If he’s dead and no one got the Tidy Cat’s does that mean that no one will know how fresh Magnai stepped?

Jonathan Joestar……

………….

!!!!

But you’re so large!!!!!!!!

“Indeed! It runs in the family. And since my growth wasn’t arrested by being a vampire it just sort of happened naturally.”

You’re…giving this to me? 

…Thanks.

-He eats it happily.-

-Well, as happily as Sayo ever looks. But you can’t imagine such a skinny, spindly, stick-like child would ever not be happy about being given food.-

Who are you, anyway?

“I’m Jonathan Joestar, or Jojo for short. Although I’m hardly the only one with the nickname as I’ve come to learn.”

“Perhaps we met when I was still a vampire. I’ve changed a lot since then, obviously.”

-He offers you some persimmon.-

“Thank you!”

In return he gives you candy. Why wasn’t he eating this if he had it?

he has brought sin upon this household.

Silently relieved.

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“That’d be me. Sorry.”

Oh god, are you okay?  

-Trying not to be a weird gross vampire about this shit.-

“Ah yes I’m quite alright. Ronnie just wanted some blood. I thought that it would be best to get her a cup. I suppose that even though I cleaned up the scent must be strong.”