Summary: Its Giorno’s Birthday and he receives some interesting gifts...
CW: DIO is an irresponsible parent, Hol Horse is a lazy gift giver, talk of murder?
“PAPA PAPA PAPA GUESS WHAT DAY IT IS!” Giorno screeched as he hurled himself onto DIO lounging on the bed at the stroke of midnight.
After colliding with a meat brick named Giorno, DIO turned around and hummed, “Now Gio I have no idea what day it is. Why don't you tell me.” While trying to sound as dismissive as possible but hiding a small smirk.
“PAPAAAAA Its my BIRTHDAY! I'm turning FIVE!” Gio exclaimed as he tugged on the cover of DIO’s book. Giorno threw himself down on DIO’s lap in an attempt to tear him away from his book.
“Hm. That couldn't be Giorno, your birthday was last year.” DIO breathed moodily but his smirk was spreading into a grin.
“Luckily I got you something just in case one of these birthday events happened again.” Giorno flopped over again onto his back so he could look up at DIO.
“Now get up, I think there is a treat in the kitchen for you.” With that DIO peeled Giorno off of his lap and set him on the floor.
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DIO led Giorno to the kitchen carefully opening the door so-
“Surprise.” It was a lackluster notion, but coming from the yawning cowboy, holding a cake, it was the sentiment that mattered.
Giorno beamed, he had hoped for something a little more extravagant than one of his dad’s henchman, but he was holding an ice cream cake so the kid couldn't be too picky.
After gobbling up the sugar like the now five year old he was, Giorno was ready for the main event. Gifts. He turned his head expectantly up towards DIO.
“Papa?” He questioned not so innocuously.
DIO gave a little cough, “DADDY has a very special gift for you dear.” And with that he unveiled a beautifully embellished dagger. Now, most people might think that giving a child a dagger or anything sharp would be dangerous, and they would be right. DIO just wasn't most people, and he had a way for rationalizing this particular gift.
“My Gio come here. This dagger is very special because it's a family heirloom. It used to belong to a different family to the,” DIO paused to make a gagging face, “Joestar family. But then I stole it and used it to kill my adopted father, Mr. Joestar. Without this dagger I wouldn't be the vampire you see before you today.” DIO wasn’t usually one for soft sentimentality, but this was a part of his history that he wanted Giorno to appreciate. It had been a very significant turning point in his life and he wanted to give his son a tangible momento of his father's strength, bravery, courage, resilie-
“Can I kill people with this?” Giorno asked wide eyed.
DIO was slightly perturbed having been brought out of his reverie by the child who wasn't speaking the praises he expected, but he answered all the same. “Yes, and hopefully it will be someone important too.”
“Uh sir,” Hol Horse stuttered, “Isn't it a bit dangerous to give the kid a dagger? He could actually kill someo-”
“What kind of piss poor father do you think I am? I started having my first fits of blood lust around his age, why shouldnt he be given the chance to murder when he pleases? I am trying to give him a better life than I had and if you have a problem with that I suggest you give him his gift then come speak to me in the other room.” Dio growled.
“Uh, no sir. No issue. Just didn't want to see the kiddo stab himself. But yes I do remember he is too smart for that so, here’s your gift Giorno.” And with a flourishing removal of his hat Hol Horse revealed a crested lizard nestled into his hair.
The shriek that escaped Giorno’s mouth in that moment could be described as nothing short of ultrasonic.
“IS THAT AN AGAMAS?!?!” Giorno, while being incredibly excited, was equally careful untangling the poor creature from Hol’s nest of hair.
“Uh maybe?” Hol was just glad the thing was off his head and was now the kids' problem. He had found that lizard on a walk earlier and snagged it off a plant because it was brightly colored, like Giorno, and fairly small, also like Giorno. Overall the lizard just really looked like Giorno. He just hoped it wasn’t poisonous…
“YES IT IS LOOK AT ITS HEART SHAPED HEAD AND THE DUAL TONE SCALES AND HOW ITS CLAWS SPREAD OUT IN A FAN SHAPE HES DEFINITELY AN AGAMAS! IM GONNA NAME YOU GODZILLA AND LOVE YOU FOREVER!” Giorno rubbed the critter against his face and went in to hug Hol Horse’s leg, which would have been cute if DIO hadn’t been glaring daggers at him for upstaging his gift.
“No Gio why don't you go hang up your new heirloom and find a pot for your lizard to live in. I need to speak with Hol Horse for a moment.” DIO barked out.
Gio tucked Godzilla into one of his little donut buns and carefully walked back to his room.
Hol only had a moment to gulp before the was gone and it was just him and a jealous DIO.
