You worked at the Joestar manor in the late 1880s as a member of the staff. It had been a long, rather cold day, and Jonathan had decided to invite one of his close friends to stay for a while. Of course, you took care of him too as directed. The man’s name was Robert Speedwagon.

Though, the manor would grow colder and colder as the day went on. Snow fell outside, and it was proven now that winter had come. You entered the room they were sitting in, finding them in front of the fire chatting. They turned at your arrival.

“Oh goodness, you must be feeezing, no?” Jonathan spoke, his expression one of worry.

“Please, come cuddle with us. I refuse to see you miserable.” Robert continued, opening his arms for you, Jonathan following suit.