[Though Jojo averted his gaze after The Lecture, Caesar knew he wasn't doing so because he saw the great error of his ways and accepted Caesar Christ as his lord and Savior of his dry ass pussy game. The jumping, excited pulse he felt beneath the heel of his palm where it met soft, yielding skin told him a different story.
The next words out of those pretty plump lips certainly gave him a start. I know you well enough. Part of that made a crackle of Something shoot up his spine, cozy and welcoming. But it also gave him pause. Know him, huh? Back to back, breath to breath, yes, but....he wondered if that really was enough for him. There was so much more, it made him feel conflicted between pondering and flattered that Jojo thought he had him figured out and insulted that he assumed so much. A token reaction, this Joestar of hi- no, not his, stop that.
The tug on his headband, though just as abrupt as the first time (as any of the plans Joseph pulls out of his ass) it was more welcoming and, like a magnet or a homing beacon, Caesar slowly leaned forward, his eyelids fluttering to half-mast shut. In a rumble that purred right through his fingertips and into Joseph, he asked:]
Do you, now? Do you really know me?
[His tone was steady and strong but there was apprehension underlining it, curiosity, regret- so many emotions cycled through within just a few words leaving his lips. Mere moments. His battles with himself and his past and this future, he couldn't know. But maybe, because sometimes it was like looking into one of those funhouse mirrors, a parallel that drenched their genes in destiny, he did.]
WHOA~ WHOA~ SHALALALALALA AIN'T IT SAD? AIN'T IT A SHAME? IF HE MISSES DE BOY I'M GOING TO SHIT !!!
The next words out of those pretty plump lips certainly gave him a start. I know you well enough. Part of that made a crackle of Something shoot up his spine, cozy and welcoming. But it also gave him pause. Know him, huh? Back to back, breath to breath, yes, but....he wondered if that really was enough for him. There was so much more, it made him feel conflicted between pondering and flattered that Jojo thought he had him figured out and insulted that he assumed so much. A token reaction, this Joestar of hi- no, not his, stop that.
The tug on his headband, though just as abrupt as the first time (as any of the plans Joseph pulls out of his ass) it was more welcoming and, like a magnet or a homing beacon, Caesar slowly leaned forward, his eyelids fluttering to half-mast shut. In a rumble that purred right through his fingertips and into Joseph, he asked:]
Do you, now? Do you really know me?
[His tone was steady and strong but there was apprehension underlining it, curiosity, regret- so many emotions cycled through within just a few words leaving his lips. Mere moments. His battles with himself and his past and this future, he couldn't know. But maybe, because sometimes it was like looking into one of those funhouse mirrors, a parallel that drenched their genes in destiny, he did.]