hey old man i didn't want to bring this up in the network because that's rude but, are you doing okay? with all the chroma stuff? i know you're not big on openly doing things like that, but i've seen some stuff where it gets bad if you don't do anything about it and it would suck if you...
this is so dumb. i hate this.
anyway. what i'm trying to get at is if you ever need any help with that, we can hold hands or hug or something like that. those seem like regular things to do.
[ he is so inclined to ignore this text like it isn't real, but he's also having a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that this teenage girl is supposedly his daughter. ]
You make it sound like it isn't a regular thing to do, for being my alleged daughter.
it's not alleged, i am. that's why i'm worried about you dummy.
and i make it sound that way because you didn't come to see me for six whole years, and even before that you were rarely home. like i know now you had a lot going on, but we drifted apart because you didn't feel like it should concern me.
don't worry, i don't need to know all the details since avdol filled me in. but that doesn't mean i can suddenly be a doting daughter or whatever you thought of me.
[ "The last time I saw you, you were six. I don't know how old you are now."
he deletes that and instead- ]
You don't need to be a doting daughter. And you don't need to offer to hold my hand if you don't want to. I'll manage. You don't sound like you want to do it.
i want to be able to help you, because no matter what has gone on between us i still
i mean
ugh why are you like this? for real.
i know you care about me okay? and even though i said i never wanted to see you before i didn't mean it, i was just still pissed off and in prison. so you know. things.
yeah, avdol told me about how he first met you. the jails in japan must be nicer than our system in florida, the guards find any chance to get their knocks in.
i'm not really still pissed. i mean, our last encounter ended with you saying something very important to me. i'm mad that it had to get to that point for you to openly say anything, but you're more than just my dad and we have a lot of good memories from way before. let's just say i hated the situation, and not... you.
also, for reference-sake. i was in prison because i was framed, but you already knew that and why when you came to see me. you tried to get me out, but i stayed because there was something i had to do.
i'll help you with that, we'll see what works best for us together.
[ the fact that she keeps bringing up avdol makes him horribly curious and uncertain, but he's not going to drag that into this. this is already too complicated for one day and a headache is forming on top of an existing headache. one induced by the lack of chroma, the other being having to talk to his daughter like she's an adult and not a six year old he has to watch after to make sure she doesn't accidentally trip and die.
of course she could still accidentally trip and die as an adult and that sets off another anxiety in him. he's going to have to look after her and josuke now. ]
Yeah Florida is a shit hole. Do you want to come over right now or another time?
[ headaches all around, like father like daughter there. at least hers isn't any part of lacking in chroma, more of just overthinking on the regular. also, maybe figuring out how to subtly get more dio-info out of dad because of her current dealings ]
tell me about it, i can't stand gators since i almost got eaten by the damned things while we were wrangled into searching for other prisoners in the swamp.
i can come over now, i'm just about done with my daily search for someone. where you staying? i hope you're not keeping star platinum out all the time, because stands are a huge chroma drain.
[ he pings her his address right after messaging that. and he has some questions about who this person she's searching for is but he'll save that for outside a text. ]
good grief, somehow I knew you would have too much trouble with this. I’m not too far from you, so I’ll be there soon.
[ and sure enough it doesn’t take her long to find herself at the front door. raising up a fist to knock she hesitates for a moment, pulling it down then raising it up again. and now she goes for a knock before shooting off one more message ]
will you be able to get to the door or will I just be finding my own way in?
[ her text isn't answered. instead a few seconds after she sends it'll be easy to hear the sounds of someone from inside shuffling about. it takes him a while to get to the door, body heavy and exhausted, but he opens the door and nods at her tiredly to invite her in.
he doesn't wait for her and turns around once its open, heading toward the living room so he can sit down. for all his exhaustion he's still kept the apartment clean and tidy. mostly he doesn't want to worry josuke, who he agreed to live with knowing he would need to keep an eye on him and doing it this way was the easiest way. ]
[ dude, what the fuuuck? she just watches after him before following after and making sure to shut the door--is it locked? totally locking that. okay, stay calm, this totally isn't really like the last time. he's legit just drained, because he's emotionally stunted...
taking a seat on the couch next to him she lets out a sigh looking to him ]
Really? You couldn't even just reach out to me before it got this bad...? Or did you still have some issue where you couldn't trust it was me?
[ lectures, it's how they show their affection. probably. but at this she leans against him, taking his hand into her own and holding it ]
I hope you're still not having any reservations, because this won't work if you don't want it.
[ he doesn't pull his hand away if that counts. it's warm and firm and somehow already giving him a little boost he can feel. he eyes their hands and hers is smaller of course, but it's bigger than he last remembers. it doesn't feel strange though. it's right.
but as they also hold hands he notices something else-- ]
You have a tattoo.
[ even when he's muttering it's a firm statement. ]
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