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Please reread the basic etiquette/rules up here if you're still confused.
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Date: 2014-03-16 06:01 pm (UTC)Jonathan shakes his head. “Getting injured in that fight was unavoidable.”
“You didn’t need to be in that fight at all!” Speedwagon interrupts with a note of distress. “That was my enemy, they insulted me. And they weren’t far off from the truth either, calling me a thug. I should’ve been the one to fight him.”
“But then you’d have been the one to receive these wounds. I can’t accept that,” Jonathan replies.
“I’ve been injured before,” says Speedwagon. “As badly as you have, Mr. Joestar. Not in as interesting ways as you have fighting zombies and vampires, but I’ve fought for my life before you were a gleam in my eye.”
“I understand, I remember how we met,” says Jonathan. “Yet, now when I think of you being injured when I could have done something to prevent it, even if it required me being injured in your place, I…” He trails off.
Speedwagon sighs heavily. “As always, it’s impossible for me to stay angry with you. But don’t do this again! I won’t stand for it!”
“What will you do?” Jonathan asks, cracking a small smile.
“I’ll- I’ll leave you to Miss Erina to take to task, is what I’ll do,” says Speedwagon. “You’ll regret the day you ever decided your health was less important than Speedwagon’s!”
“You wouldn’t really involve Erina, would you…?” The severity of Speedwagon’s stare convinces Jonathan he’s serious, and he falters. “I’ll try not to worry you next time, so, please don’t tell her?”
“Promise not to do this again,” Speedwagon says firmly.
“...I can’t promise that,” Jonathan replies. “My vows are important to me as a gentleman, and I know that I would never be able to keep this one. Even being scolded by Erina, or receiving all manner of wounds, is better than seeing you hurt.”
“Mr. Joestar… you really are a perfect gentleman.”