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[puddlesoverdios]

Good evening.

I have been told that my husband is somewhere here. Unfortunately, the help I was given did not add where he could be. He is very tall, and has dark hair. His are very kind, and though he does his best to be a gentleman, he is also a bit reckless. (It is very endearing, I assure you.) He is also a bit accident-prone in my experience which is less out of clumsy-bearing and more from previous mention of recklessness.

If one would be so very kind as to direct me to his whereabouts, I would be very grateful.

With warmest regards,

Mrs. E. Joestar

Comments

[puddlesoverdios]

[You're not kidding, Johnny.]

It's rather late, isn't it?

[joekid]

it's 9:30
so no, not really. i have no idea what you're talking about

[[ johnny can't help but wonder if jonathan perhaps married a bit outside his age group... maybe he and diego were more alike than first expected?! ]]

[puddlesoverdios]

This is very impudent of me, but how old are you? You write the way a small child might.

[Yes, Erina, that is impudent. But she can't help to note how childish it is.]

video.

[joekid]

[[ there is a long stretch of time before erina receives a reply. it's a mix of confusion and annoyance and he isn't sure how to respond properly through text.

so, he doesn't. enjoy the call, erina. you now have a very irritated looking blonde in your face... digitally, at least? ]]

I'm nineteen.

[Video]

[puddlesoverdios]

[In return, he gets a very surprised blonde staring back at him. She at least has the temerity to not laugh. The appear of an age.]

So you are. My apologies.

[joekid]

I don't like typing on this shitty little keyboard, alright? How did you figure it out so quickly, anyway? You're Jonathan's wife, right, we didn't have shit like this back then.

[[ not everyone is as slow on the uptake as you, johnny. still, he looks a little suspicious. ]]

[puddlesoverdios]

Why, I asked the first person I spoke to. They were very helpful, and if I was going to be in Rome, then I was going to do as the Romans do, so to speak.

[She shrugs slightly.] Once explained, it wasn't terribly hard to practice, you see, and it was quite a long walk.

[joekid]

[[ he... deflates a little bit. that's fair, he supposes. a bit annoying that he, apparently, was much slower in his mastery of this than she was, but whatever! he doesn't even care! it doesn't even matter, his typing style charmingly demonstrates his aloof and distant nature! ]]

Hmm, good for you, then. [[ bitter, bitter. ]] Where did you walk to? Have you figured that out, yet? Gonna be easier for Jonathan to find you if he has that much to work with.

[puddlesoverdios]

First towards Cherrygrove, I believe it is? And then south. Oh, what was the name of that route--

[She made the wise decision to pick up a small map not attached to her 'gear. While she talks, Johnny is invited to look at the fat magnificence that is Peda's pachirisu face.] Route 30, it seems.

[joekid]

[[ that is a big ol' pachirisu..... impressive! ]]

Well, that'll be easy for him to get to, then. If he hasn't already seen your posting, he's sure to see it soon. If he doesn't, then the guy [[ that word is said with oh so much disdain. ]] he's travelling with should.

[puddlesoverdios]

[Yes, yes, Peda is very proud of himself. He only gets out of the way when Erina gently pushes his face out of view.]

Is that right? You don't sound particularly enthusiastic about his traveling companion, it seems.

[joekid]

That's a polite way to put it. [[ there's something like a snort tossed in there, haughty and bitter. he rolls his eyes as well. ]] We don't get along. Jonathan seems to like him enough, though, so that is what it is.

[[ he doesn't sound too thrilled about that, though. ]] His name is Diego. You'll meet him soon enough.