[When Caesar finally got back to the bathroom at a completely normal and not hurried, as if fleeing, pace he whisked the plug from the bath's drain, slipped out of the robe (where somewhere 'I'm too sexy for my shirt' plays in the distance as it drops to the floor with a soft swish) and rubbed the towel vigorously through his hair, refusing to think too much. But of course when one refuses to think too much that's technically thinking and- With an aggravated huff he wrenched the towel dramatically away from his face and slung it around his neck, peering at his reflection in the mirror.] Looking good, Zeppeli. You got this.
[Careful fingers carded through silky golden locks, going through the familiar motions of smoothing strands this way and that, but he was blessed with amazing genetics: he didn't need to do much. He idly wondered just how many of his things Jojo had broken the few minutes he'd been away, then decided it would do his blood pressure good not to think about it. He hadn't heard any loud crashes, nor any explosions thus far, so perhaps there was hope yet. Caesar started to turn away to retrieve his clothes when he spotted movement from the corner of his eye- whipping his gaze first to the mirror and then behind him yielded...nothing. There was nothing there. He really needed to relax, he chastised himself lightly. Thinking too much made him jumpy, and he had to be on his damn toes if he's going to get anything through his idiot friends' thick skull and save some leftover for that ego. With a final sigh he shrugged into his clothes and headed back to where he left Jojo, threading a belt into his jean's loops as he approached- and overheard the brunette's big ass mouth. Golden eyebrows twitched with annoyance, but a deadly smile curved across his mouth when he joined Jojo. Distaste at his wondering hands over Caesar's things would have to wait a bit]
Oh? No wonder you're such a fussy baby today. Forgive me ever so much for not feeding you breakfast too, Little Jojo. I had no idea you were saving yourself for me. [A little smidgen of concern seeped out in his next comment though, eyes raking over Jojo's form in question] Do you want something for the drive? To keep your strength up, of course. Wouldn't want to put any more risk on you crashing that death trap.
WELCUM BACK~ your prize is seeing Caesar's booty (also sorry this reply is kinda poo)
But of course when one refuses to think too much that's technically thinking and- With an aggravated huff he wrenched the towel dramatically away from his face and slung it around his neck, peering at his reflection in the mirror.] Looking good, Zeppeli. You got this.
[Careful fingers carded through silky golden locks, going through the familiar motions of smoothing strands this way and that, but he was blessed with amazing genetics: he didn't need to do much. He idly wondered just how many of his things Jojo had broken the few minutes he'd been away, then decided it would do his blood pressure good not to think about it. He hadn't heard any loud crashes, nor any explosions thus far, so perhaps there was hope yet. Caesar started to turn away to retrieve his clothes when he spotted movement from the corner of his eye- whipping his gaze first to the mirror and then behind him yielded...nothing. There was nothing there.
He really needed to relax, he chastised himself lightly. Thinking too much made him jumpy, and he had to be on his damn toes if he's going to get anything through his idiot friends' thick skull and save some leftover for that ego. With a final sigh he shrugged into his clothes and headed back to where he left Jojo, threading a belt into his jean's loops as he approached- and overheard the brunette's big ass mouth.
Golden eyebrows twitched with annoyance, but a deadly smile curved across his mouth when he joined Jojo. Distaste at his wondering hands over Caesar's things would have to wait a bit]
Oh? No wonder you're such a fussy baby today. Forgive me ever so much for not feeding you breakfast too, Little Jojo. I had no idea you were saving yourself for me. [A little smidgen of concern seeped out in his next comment though, eyes raking over Jojo's form in question] Do you want something for the drive? To keep your strength up, of course. Wouldn't want to put any more risk on you crashing that death trap.