[He was just about to tell Jojo to sit his ass down and wait for him to slink out of the room and throw his clothes on in a mortified manner but instead when the blonde turned around, eyebrows scrunched in scrutiny, a humble (read as: shitty) bouquet was thrust under his nose. Green eyes blinked rapidly in sheer confusion, unfortunately long enough for Jojo to spew out some new shpiel about how goddamn smooth he is. Caesar's cheeks and ears felt distinctly warm as his fingers retrieved the flowers from his friend. This corny idiot. White for fidelity, elegance and innocence, yellow for friendship and blue for peace. But, smooth as he tried to make himself out to be, clearly Jojo didn't know what any of these flowers meant. Hard work and working hard were two of his least favorite phrases, afterall. Though it was a coincidence, Caesar was still touched by the sentiment. This was just one more thing to teach him, too.]
Why thank you, Little Jojo, I'm sure I've no idea whatsoever why these look so familiar, but I appreciate them all the same. [Golden eyebrows rose to his hairline as he made a beeline for the small kitchenette, his back to Jojo as he fished around for a vase. It was something to do to keep him from punching that smug damn smirk off his friends face. He might have even shook the flowers a little, imagining it to be Jojo's neck. Quickly, he filled the vase halfway with water and delicately put the flowers in. Hands on his hips, he turned back to address the Joestar, eyebrow arched in what he hoped was a stern manner. The robe kind of negated it. But don't tell him that.]
A good time, huh? It'd be a real damn shame if, after all this playing around you went off half cocked in about five minutes. [A smile blossomed at the thought of such humiliation.] I'll be back in a few minutes. I'll trust you to sit right there, don't move and don't touch anything while I get ready. [Not bothering to wait around and hear any more snark, he pivoted on his heel and returned to the bathroom, praying to Some Peoples Lord and Savior that when he returned his room was in one piece.]
nope its clearly you, bringin me flowers and shit, wanting to deflower me, eh big boy?
Caesar's cheeks and ears felt distinctly warm as his fingers retrieved the flowers from his friend. This corny idiot. White for fidelity, elegance and innocence, yellow for friendship and blue for peace. But, smooth as he tried to make himself out to be, clearly Jojo didn't know what any of these flowers meant. Hard work and working hard were two of his least favorite phrases, afterall. Though it was a coincidence, Caesar was still touched by the sentiment. This was just one more thing to teach him, too.]
Why thank you, Little Jojo, I'm sure I've no idea whatsoever why these look so familiar, but I appreciate them all the same. [Golden eyebrows rose to his hairline as he made a beeline for the small kitchenette, his back to Jojo as he fished around for a vase. It was something to do to keep him from punching that smug damn smirk off his friends face. He might have even shook the flowers a little, imagining it to be Jojo's neck. Quickly, he filled the vase halfway with water and delicately put the flowers in. Hands on his hips, he turned back to address the Joestar, eyebrow arched in what he hoped was a stern manner. The robe kind of negated it. But don't tell him that.]
A good time, huh? It'd be a real damn shame if, after all this playing around you went off half cocked in about five minutes. [A smile blossomed at the thought of such humiliation.] I'll be back in a few minutes. I'll trust you to sit right there, don't move and don't touch anything while I get ready. [Not bothering to wait around and hear any more snark, he pivoted on his heel and returned to the bathroom, praying to Some Peoples Lord and Savior that when he returned his room was in one piece.]