{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.”
