[ He did it. The idiot just winked at him. Hahaha, better luck next time Zeppeli 'cause that isn't going to work on Joseph, yeah you keep walking that fine ass out the door-Nope! See, the more Joseph thought about it the more he was sure, there must be some sort of Zeppeli effect, you know? There was no way that Caesar smiling like that could be anything but smug and annoying but somehow it seemed Joseph was smirking himself and it wasn't a 'I'm so full of bullshit' type of grin. NO! WAKE UP, JOESTAR! EYES ON THE PRIZE!
He walked behind Caesar, basket in hand. They went in the elevator and then pass the reception, the woman from before was being scolded by the manager because of the mess and because that was apparently an eight thousand euro vase. He chuckled, hoping Caesar wouldn't notice. Which he probably would.
They went pass the entrance and there it was... What a babe, he just had it re-painted, black with two neon green stripes on the oil tank. He put the precious basket inside the saddlebag and tied the belt. He checked the tires, the breaks, everything seemed to be just fine. He finally got on and turned the key, the roar of the engine filling his ears, he turned the accelerator a couple of times just for show. He turned to look at Caesar, pointing his thumb to the back of the seat. His expression saucy and so full of himself, he was after all in his natural habitat now. ]
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21/7/13 07:00 (UTC)NO! WAKE UP, JOESTAR! EYES ON THE PRIZE!
He walked behind Caesar, basket in hand. They went in the elevator and then pass the reception, the woman from before was being scolded by the manager because of the mess and because that was apparently an eight thousand euro vase. He chuckled, hoping Caesar wouldn't notice. Which he probably would.
They went pass the entrance and there it was... What a babe, he just had it re-painted, black with two neon green stripes on the oil tank. He put the precious basket inside the saddlebag and tied the belt. He checked the tires, the breaks, everything seemed to be just fine. He finally got on and turned the key, the roar of the engine filling his ears, he turned the accelerator a couple of times just for show. He turned to look at Caesar, pointing his thumb to the back of the seat. His expression saucy and so full of himself, he was after all in his natural habitat now. ]
You coming or what?