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early april but backdated bc time is fake
[This . . . is tricky.]
[Ultimately, what he comes up with is arriving to Jonathan and Erina’s home on a neutral day between their birthdays, closer to Jonathan’s than his own, holding a square package awkwardly under each arm and balancing a tray covered in a dome on both hands.]
[He rings the doorbell with his elbow. Nailing it.]
time just doesn't exist, its fine, dw abt it, (I'll leave if it's foggy up to you tho)
That's hard. That's very hard, he might not have known Giorno, any Giorno, that long, but he can't help but be attached just as he feels many others he comes to know for more than a few minutes.
Tragic really. As it is.] Just a moment! [Comes a shout from what could be up the stairs from the door. It's a rather interesting apartment, all in all.]
I-
Oh! Giorno! [Well!] Do come in- I must confess I was not expecting you to visit for some time now- was it a fair walk? I know that it is quite some distance from the house at the lake after all.
[Well there goes not being 'overly doting'.]
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[Well, Jonathan is a force. He has come to know this even during their short acquaintance. So he’s not surprised, exactly, at the force of affection that gusts over him as soon as the door opens, it does make him blink rapidly for a few seconds. Aaaah.]
[The vines on his back lift to crook into mirroring question marks, like twin cat’s tails.]
Um. [This is the time when he would ordinarily double-check to make sure that Jonathan didn’t mind him coming over — after all, he said he wasn’t expecting him, meaning he might be intruding — but he tries to remember what Erina told him instead. They welcome him. He knows that.]
[So he steps under Jonathan’s enormous arm and into the house. He knows it well enough now that there really isn’t any point in looking around as though to take in the place; it would just seem disingenuous.]
It’s not a bad walk. I’m used to walking, and more used to it here. I just cut through the woods. [Of course he does. Turning to look at Jonathan again, he squares his shoulders.] I know I’m late, but I’ve been working on some things for your birthday, if that’s not an intrusion.
me sweating in unwritten letters again,
It can't possibly cut time right?
His thoughts catch up to him enough to register Giorno's words after that part, and he jumps.] My birthday!? Not at all- if anything it would be a horrid thing for me to turn you away now more than even before! I can only hope that you did not stress yourself over the matter, [He adds a bit worriedly- having himself fussed back and forth over the letter he (eventually) sent regarding the whole matter of the alternate reality and so on, it's a stress he knows too well.
Giorno doesn't deserve that stress!]
the letters are in the ether
[This is bullshit. He absolutely stressed. He almost immediately looks guilty over the lie, which makes it even more transparently a lie. What a mess. Still, he digs in stubbornly, refusing to let himself trip over his own discomfort. Instead, he leans heavily on one of his favorite tools: bluntness.]
I just procrastinated. I don't like my birthday, and I knew if I did something for you, you'd do something for me, since we both know each other's now. Ultimately I decided it was more important to me to do something for you than to avoid awkwardness.
So now I'm here.
[Nailed. It.]
Can we go sit?
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Oh- [And yes, sitting- naturally he'll gesture for the living area.] Of course! Shall I put together a pot of tea for us?