#debtaro

Hello everyone, I’ve made it somewhat of a running thing so far to write a small birthday present for people (so far only  @softlimefluff mefluff​ and @dongiovannaswife naswife​, but I hope that list grows) in the form of a letter from their F/Os. Now, since it is my birthday TODAY, this 19th of October, I have decided to have the other Kujo family members write ME a letter, so enjoy. 

Also, if you’d like to send your wishes or even write me a little gift, I would not object in the slightest!

Jotaro Kujo stared aimlessly at the computer, sitting at the desk chair and struggling to even beginning moving his fingers. His wife had made it a tradition to write him a love note every birthday of his, he figured it would finally be time to return the gift and write a love note himself. However there was just one key problem. He didn’t quite have the affinity for words that his beloved did. So he decided to enlist some help. 

On Jotaro’s leg sat his daughter Tamara, soundly asleep and nestled into her father’s warmth. When she found out that he would be writing a birthday note, she gushed at the romantic idea and eagerly wanted to help. Jotaro looked down to see the top of her head rest against his stomach, and he smiled softly to himself. Seeing his daughter so peaceful against him, he knew then what to write. 

“Dear Deb, 

We have both grown to live our lives through a series of experiments. Sure I could be referring to our jobs, where we either strive to discover cures of strive to discover the natural world, but I mean we have both lived our lives with a series of social experiments. When we first laid eyes upon each other all those years ago, rushing through our heads were series of observations of each other. For instance, you noticed my immense height, I noticed your shy smile. And within those observant moments came a rush of hypothesis within you. If I say hello, he will say hello back. If I don’t, he won’t either. 

And you right about that one. I wouldn’t have, I was too scared  to say hello. But I’m glad you did. 

So you said hello, and that was the first of many hypotheses to come true. Back and forth we guessed our outcomes, questioned our possibilities against each other, waiting to see which one of us would opt out. But we spend days together, weeks, months, years, and eventually I knew that you were with me for the long run. And I stopped asking questions. I stopped wondering your intentions. I just made my observations about how beautiful you are.  

Deb, we have both grown to live our lives through a series of experiments. When a day goes badly, we change one variable at a time until a day goes well. Our children keep us up at night the same way we used to work late hours at the labs. We travel all over the world, studying our surrounding, making inferences, plotting points. There is no such thing as fact in science, only a series of highly plausible theories. Theories that have stood the test of time with every experiment done on them. I have a theory that we’ll be together for a long time. dear, I hope you’ll continue to experiment on it with me.

Sincerely Yours, Jojo”

Hours later, Deborah Kujo would awaken to the heavy impact of a four year old crashing on her as her son Juro leaped into her bed to wake her up. Opening her tired eyes, she looked up to see her daughter Tamara scoot next to her for a hug, her son in her lap, and her husband standing over them all, a tray of everyone’s breakfast  in hand. Before she could dig in, a letter was handed to her. Within moments a bright smile shown on her face and she lunged over to give her husband a kiss. Tamara looked at the paper all confused.

Pointing her finger, she looked up at Deborah and asked, “What does this word say?” 

“That says experiments dear?” 

“What’s that?” 

“It’s when you test something important.”

Juro shook his head violently at those words. “No no! I hate tests! I hate em!” 

Jotaro and Deborah shared a chuckle, watching as their kids began to dig into their meal. Deb turned to her husband. 

“I didn’t know you were capable of writing some like that.”