The Way of the Ripple

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-It’s a big sir!-

[A large man!]

[But a friendly one, by the looks of it? Very British?]

[He boops out the sadness in Jonathan’s eyes by pressing his finger against his nose. Soundlessly reminding him that in this universe, there are things that are not supposed to be understood, and its better for everyone involved if that’s the case. And that’s okay.]

You’d still care for me, even as a rabid dog…?

[He breathes a sigh of relief, flexing his muscles and asserting himself.]

Such loyalty, Jojo. I could not ask for anything else from you.  

And loyalty like that cannot go unchecked by I, DIO. And for such feats of courage, I swear on my life that I will follow you into the abyss…

[Such cryptic poetry…. His voice hushes, almost to a whisper.]

And I’ll make sure to cook you plenty of lasagna too.  💕

[Sultry….]

Of course, darling. We’ve been through so much together... you are the only other person I’ve proposed to, after all. It would be unsavory, were I not loyal to someone I loved so dearly.

[Jonathan can’t suppress the chuckle that bubbles up at such a sweet gesture. He knows he shouldn’t pry into things that he doesn’t, and likely will never understand; but he can’t help it. At least, for now, he won’t think about it. Not when his darling, beloved Dio is propositioning him with lasagna.]

Quite the romantic, aren’t you?

Ah yes. I forgot. How both of us are practically undead, living in an endless purgatory surrounded by beasts we cannot grasp with our loathsome peripheral vision… It must have slipped my mind. How troublesome.

[He speaks with no emotion or bitterness to his words. If anything, it’s a cruel acknowledgement of their fate. Not that it matters to him, he’s happy regardless.]

[Noticing Jonathan’s playful behavior, he raises a forked eyebrow and quirks a all too knowing grin.]

Don’t ever stop being sweet to me, even if I begin to froth at the mouth.

[Ah yes, the art of seduction.]

It gets frightfully easy to forget such things, doesn’t it? Living in domestic bliss the way we do.

[There’s a bit of sadness in his eyes, when he says that; but he doesn’t seem hung up on it. Not outwardly, at least. He may agonize over their circumstances, but he couldn’t be happier with how things turned out for them.]

[He pecks another kiss to his knuckles, though.]

[Something about the pet-name ‘beloved’ makes his heart swell with pride. He puffs his chest in response to the influx of positive emotion. Wrapping his arms around Jonathan’s sides, he rubs circles into Jonathan’s back as he begins to calm his ‘Pea’ down.]

There there… There’s no need for tears, Jojo. Especially not now.

[”Don’t cry on your lasagna, Jojo. You’ll ruin it!” – Ah yes. Those were the days, still young t’was the night. It amazes him how much Jonathan has stayed true to his character these past years with them living together. And truthfully, Dio would want no different.]

[Running his hand lovingly up Jojo’s face, he pries him from the crook of his own neck and impresses him with a delighted kiss as his hand cups the flesh of his cheek.]

You’re too sweet in general… To be honest, one of these days I feel as if I’m going to drop dead due to the calorie intake!

Ah, forgive me...

[With his hands rubbing along his back like that, he manages to calm down fairly gradually. Letting out a soft sigh, he pulls his face out of his shoulder, his eyes tender as Dio’s hand strokes along his cheek. Lifting one of his own hands up, he closes it around Dio’s, leaning in to brush an answering kiss against his lips.]

You’re already dead, dear. But the same goes for you, you realize? You’ll spoil me completely rotten one of these days.

[Squeezing his hand, he presses a kiss against Dio’s knuckles, a playful glint in his eye.]

[Aroused from his calmed state, he gets up with a jerk strong enough to pull the bones out of a body of a lesser man and faces his beloved with a taste of disgust and surprise on his face! How dare he recommend such a thing?]

– Are you implying that I’d ever get bored of you, Jojo?

[He huffs and pouts, sticking out a furrowed lip (that is in dire need to be painted his signature lime-green shade) to prove a point.]

By the heavens I would never! I may feel like I’ve slept for a year or two and there may be gaps in my memory because of that - but I’d never get over you of all people!

[He makes a heart shape with his hands and calms himself. Again, this is done to prove a point.]

We’re too peas in a pod, Jojo! I love you so much and I wouldn’t trade you for the world and it’s expansions!

[He blinks, hand still in Dio’s hair as he gets up so abruptly. He’s about to apologize for implying such a thing--he hadn’t been thinking, really, when he said it--but...]

[The heart he’s making with his hands and the overall sweetness of this moment? That little pout on Dio’s face?]

D-Dio... goodness, no, I didn’t... please pardon me, I...

[He’s so overcome with emotion, he removes his hand from his head--only to wrap his arms around Dio, burying his face into the crook of his neck. He’s not crying, but by god he feels like it!]

Mhn!

[Feeling generous, he rolls his neck backward to meet with Jonathan’s hands with a great, amused grin on his face. Humming low in his throat, his posture appears to be almost cat-like as his shoulders fall in a great swoop.]

Everything is happening so fast, isn’t it Jonathan? It’s almost as if time is slipping through my fingertips…

[But that would be implying that there is a concept of time in this Purgatory, DIO.]

[He smiles, kneading his fingers through his scalp fondly. If he was sitting down, he might have urged him into his lap for further pets--ah, but the poor thing just woke up, he doesn’t want to lull him back to sleep.]

It is. But at least we are still together, yes? I don’t think I would have been able to survive this long without you at my side.

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Is the night still young…? I feel as if I’ve slept for a millennia. 

It is--quite young, in fact. You couldn’t have woken up at a better time, dearest.

[He reaches over to comb a hand through Dio’s hair,]

Midare Toushirou. One of many Awataguchi blades, but definitely the prettiest one. Nice to meet you.

[All right, progress! Good, veering the conversation back into a more appropriate direction.]

I’m whatever you wanna call me as long as you pull my hair while we fuck.

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Daddy.

[Oh dear.]

I, ah... I don’t believe I got your name...? I am Jonathan Joestar.

-She watches over them, smiling a little bashfully as Jonathan holds him; it’s still weird that there’s?  A dad?  Are all Joestars like this?  Like super accepting of anyone who kind of stumbles into their bloodline.  Nagamasa seems entirely content by the ordeal as Jonathan holds him.  He squirms a little as Jonathan holds him.-

Really?  What kind of–

You know, I don’t really know much about the Joestar part of my family, beyond what I’ve kind of heard from Jotaro.  I’m not sure what your schedule’s like, but if you’d like to stay over here for a few nights, it would be a pleasure.  I’m not sure if you’ve gotten to meet a lot of the guys here and all–and Giorno’s close by?

[You don’t even know the half of it, Memeko? Technically, Jonathan had two dads, if you count Zeppeli? Which he does, readily. He’s sure that his descendants are a lot like him in that way, as well--friends become family quite easily, with a history like theirs.]

Oh, my schedule is rather open--I can take a break from my research to stay, absolutely! And to meet more of your friends would make me quite happy--to share in such a thing... I never thought I would be able to experience that.

Ah... I suppose that is rather strange of me to say, isn’t it?

-Nagamasa takes interest in the hand with a delighted and rather excited laugh.  He’s already reaching over a little to reach out to his hand, and there’s just a bit of a grab for him.  But she’s careful to guide Nagamasa to his arms.-

Of course, here…  You wanna hold kinda like–yeah!  That’s good.

There you go.  Isn’t it nice to meet him, Nagamasa?  

[His eyes widen, smile growing wider and wider the longer he looks at him. He takes Nagamasa into his arms carefully--he’s held children before, at least, so this shouldn’t be that complicated. He smiles, cooing a little, and then--then, he thinks.]

[His own father would be over the moon, knowing that their bloodline has born yet another heir.]

And it’s very nice to meet you, Nagamasa!

Make me your onahole, Mega Milk Daddy.

[He’s not sure what’s worse.]

[Himself for knowing what an onahole is, or the fact that he doesn’t resent the name “Mega Milk Daddy.”]

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