prismatica | audio, un: nevercrywolf

[It's pretty rare for Jotaro to resort to using audio for a network post, all things considered; he tends to be a lot more comfortable with text for a variety of reasons, and he's usually not particularly talkative just in general, barring the handful of people he's comfortable around.

But today, when the feed snaps on, there's soft jazz music playing in the background, turned down enough to be audible but without being overpowering when eventually, much closer to the microphone, Jotaro's voice comes in.]

You know what's kind of weird? My dad's music is in these Birdboxes.

[He pauses a minute, his silence drawn and sort of thoughtful.]

It was weird at home, too. That I could hear him on the radio, or put in a cassette tape and...there he was. There was Dad. Weird to think that he'd write songs about my mom, and people who'd never even met my mom would listen to them. Or that people would listen to some other song he wrote and not know that he wrote the bridge the way he did just to piss off a manager he didn't like. For other people, they were just songs. Not Dad's songs.

[He goes quiet again, and this time in the space between words, there's the sound of acoustic guitar strings absently being picked along with the song.]

I guess I've just been thinking lately about the things that make you who you are. The people you're related to. The shit that's happened to you. [A pause.] But for my dad, it's his music. I don't think he'd be my dad if he didn't have his music. I sure as hell can't imagine him without it. So...

[His playing stills, and he whistles to his Birdbox to make it cease playing and fall silent, still mulling over his own thoughts.]

Dunno. That sort of thing...it seems like it ought to be more about what you decide for yourself. Not something somebody else gets to decide for you.

[He lets out an audible breath, like he'd been holding it while making the herculean effort of trying to work through his thoughts, and the guitar strings twang again as fabric rustles near the microphone in the seconds before the audio ends.]

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I could, but there's a recording function for photos and video on these devices. I've used them on you before, Jojo.

Fine, then I'm sleeping in your coffin from now on.

Can't take pictures of me if the lid's closed.

Oh, that's rude. And clearly showing your unwillingness to face the truth.

Will you at least let me cuddle Star?

I probably don't fit in it anyway, since you bought the skinny version.

[WE CAN'T ALL BE SIZED LIKE A REFRIGERATOR, JOTARO]

...and I actually don't know if Star can be awake while I'm asleep. We should try it sometime.

[obviously he would know if he remembered Death 13 but HEY GUESS WHAT]

Rude. I'm not that slim, you know. You're just absurdly large.

I would like that, actually. He's very adorable. Well, you both are, but in different ways.

Or, I just do push-ups and you don't.

And I'm not adorable. He just started grinning, though, so I guess he heard you.

I don't really have to. Half-vampire and all.

Yes, you are. Maybe not all the time, but you are generally quite adorable.

Hello, Star. Kiss Jojo's cheek for me?

Hey, wh—

[There follows some distinct shuffling and rustling near the microphone, punctuated by an audible smack of lips in tandem with an offended groan.]

And since when do you take orders from him?

[If an Ora! can sound smug, the one that answers Jotaro certainly does.]

[Alucard chuckles fondly.]

Thank you, Star.

I'll make it up to you, Jojo.

I can't believe you.

[That's not said into the microphone, so it's evidently meant for Star; a moment later there's a faint, nearly-inaudible scritching noise that is definitely the sound of something getting its head aggressively petted like a dog.]

Yeah, you. Who do you think you are?

[WELL ANYWAY]

What were you saying about making it up to me?