[Maybe it was just his imagination, then, Jojo's distress. Caesar rolled his eyes and snorted, releasing his hold on Jojo's arm with some reluctance he'll never admit to. He could admit he marveled at the other man's strength, okay, he could admire it. That's all. And here he was worr- er, concerned about that idiot for nothing! Clearly indicated in the not so amused tone he takes up with the Joestar. If he wasn't such an elegant and in control person his blood would be boiling a little] You sure make it hard to forget how shitty your sense of taste is. Clearly you've no idea what a good sense of style is. Creepy, tch! You wouldn't know creepy if it hit you on the ass.
[He abruptly headed over to the little kitchenette, waving Jojo over, already making demands like a good boss, the other hand planted on his hip. He indicated a small picnic basket that would totally fit in the saddlebags, shut up] Here, carry this! This crap is just the stuff you wanted and I went through all the trouble to make, so if you'd rather starve and be all eager beaver, be my guest.
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your dong is telling you yes ;)
18/6/13 02:14 (UTC)[He abruptly headed over to the little kitchenette, waving Jojo over, already making demands like a good boss, the other hand planted on his hip. He indicated a small picnic basket that would totally fit in the saddlebags, shut up] Here, carry this! This crap is just the stuff you wanted and I went through all the trouble to make, so if you'd rather starve and be all eager beaver, be my guest.