#convo:call

[lifeiskurtsrunway]

Call → Klaine

Kurt: "... Hi. Again."

[lifeiskurtsrunway]

Call → Klaine

Kurt: "Oh, you actually answered-- hi. Are you busy?"

[josephrinaldi]

{CALL}: "Yes, I know distasteful of your son and brother... but none the less. Sydney didn't let me hold him at first, but I got my way like I always do. I wish I could've had more input on the event, since well- it would've been you and..."Swallowing harshly she could barely get the whores name out,"Darcy's wishes... to have them, not there." She could feel her father's tone become more low and sweet. She loved that tone. "Yeah, he's a big boy." She laughed rolling her eyes. "He's alright,"

[CALL]: His hand’s grip on the phone was firm, his body still leaned up against the brick wall as he glanced around the small room. Eyes narrowing slightly as the notice of the name he had longed to match a face to, Joseph couldn’t say much on the matter. “…I suppose what’s done is done, and there’s not much I can do now. I’m angered that they were there, but should I have really expected something different? Probably not. After all, our family usually has a way of slithering into events which do not involve them what so ever.” 

Pursing his lips to the side, letting his head fall back to rest against the wall, he stared up at the prison ceiling and sighed. “…I appreciate the call, Nat.” Clearing his throat for another time, Joseph let a faint smile curl onto the corners of his lips. “I love you, principessa.” 

[josephrinaldi]

{CALL}: "Well, everyone just showed up. I wasn't invited, probably for reasons that his mother had wishes for... but mom, Stefan,...." She paused, licking her lips,"Lorenzo. A few Rossi's I think. It was a disaster but at least he's acknowledged in the eyes of the lord," Laughing to ease the tension, she went on. "I'm sorry, I didn't stay long enough to tell you in full detail.. but I held him for a minute, stole him away." Smiling slightly she went on," He looks like you, a-lot like you."

[CALL]: Something was boiling up within Joseph from the moment that he heard the list of names begin. It was bothering him to no extent that probably every unwanted person that Darcy had knowledge of was there, and then some. “..What?” His voice was lowered, and his tone was clearly filled with an irritated sound. Of course the question was spoken in a rhetorical sense. Joseph truly didn’t know what else to answer with. It bothered him that he was stuck in this fucking cold, plain cell with nothing but access to a phone and visitations to keep him in the loop. He wanted to be out there, he wanted to be back on the throne, and he wanted to hold his son. Joseph Jr. was the closest thing to Darcy that he had left. 

Taking a moment, his jaw clenching slightly, Joseph continued to listen to his daughter’s voice. His expression began to fade again, the tense feeling in his jaw was loosening up. “You held him?” Joseph chose to just ignore her last comment, not feeling a need to say a reply towards it.

[josephrinaldi]

{CALL:} Her problems, weren't important right now. He probably was aching to hear about his son. "It went... rather well," She answered dully. In her heart, she knew he wished he could've been there, to hold his whore's precious son. It made Natalia's skin crawl, but to know he needed her to tell him this information, made her feel wanted. "He was baptized. Sydney was cautious with him. Everyone came... I was surprised... but I left early, Nothing I know of bad happened,"

[CALL]: Joseph noticed the fact that she had skipped over her little battle with Daniela, which made him wonder if she did it for a reason. How badly did she beat her up? How badly was her dog murdered? He wouldn’t press her on any questions on the matter. She wasn’t talking about it for a reason. Perhaps she just didn’t feel like it? Sticking to the second topic, Joseph cleared his throat another time. “…What do you mean everyone? That probably would’ve been a private matter.”

[josephrinaldi]

{CALL}: "None at all? I'm surprised..." She thought her father would've been the most popular inmate in the prison. He was like royalty in their. Shrugging her shoulders she breathed heavily into the receiver. "School's fine. I beat up Daniela, she killed my dog." Natalia said non-nonchalantly. She almost smiled a little, remembering the memory, but she wanted to inform her father, as she promised before. "They had his baptism," She said idly. Her father definitely wanted to hear about this.

[Call]: “Well..Two visitors came in prior, but that was a little while ago. Recently, it’s been pretty quiet around here. Not that I care, to be honest.” Joseph just shrugged off the idea, in which he really gave less of a shit about. If people visited him, then they did. If not, that was fine. Hearing the rather gory event, Joseph paused, “So…did she kill your dog because you beat her up, or did you beat her up because she killed your dog?” Falling silent once again, his expression slightly dropped upon hearing the information on his and Darcy’s son. Joseph leaned up against the wall beside the phone, his brows furrowing as he stared off for a moment. “And..-?” 

[josephrinaldi]

{CALL}: "I'd like to speak to inmate 4056, Joseph Rinaldi." She spoke sternly as she sat and waited to hear her father's voice on the other line. Now was the time, that she could call him and catch up with him. "Hi, Daddy," She heard once the mumbled and gruffs of her father were heard from the other line. "How are you?" She asked, wondering who else visited him besides herself. "Did you get any visitors lately, sorry, I haven't been able to come down, school is a bitch." Natalia sighed sadly.

[CALL]: Apparently there was someone on the phone for him, just waiting to speak. Picking the phone up and placing it against his ear, Joseph muttered out a greeting. “Yeah, hello? Oh, principessa, hey.” He was glad to hear the familiar voice of his daughter on the opposite end. “I’m as great as I can be. Bored as fuck, mostly.” Clearing his throat a tad, Joseph continued on, “No, no. No visitors lately. It’s fine, Nat, I understand. How is school, anyways? Everything okay at home?”