battletendencies: (im about to rock ur warudo)
battletendencies ([personal profile] battletendencies) wrote in [community profile] kyouyasangels_inc2013-05-31 01:36 am

get ready for a wild ride yo

[ It was a short and breezy ride from his place to his destination, his second favorite kind. The dying gurgle of the engine as he turned the key was enough of a sign that he should probably start checking the oil, but who has the time, right? He was about to get his hands dirty, dive deep to a road of no return but all that was good because he was going to show HIM a trick or two. You see JoJo wasn't much dedicated to anything, but if one thing made him feel accomplished was the expression on Caesar's face when he excelled at something he wasn't expected to be good at. All in all, it was a pretty decent arrangement. He was determined to win him ove-- I MEAN to get him! to SHOW him what a true fucking gentleman was! His douchebag smile was wide this time, beaming. A few steps and he was in front of the glass doors of one of those expensive as fuck hotels Caesar would usually spend his free time in. CHE, what a pretentious asshole! But that wouldn't last for long, no Signore!

He went in and with one quick look he'd check out the receptionist, wondered if Caesar had banged her yet because she was okay looking, not Suzie Q good looking but average italian broad with expensive heels and freshly manicured hands good looking, he figured he might have but then again maybe 'okay looking' wasn't nearly enough for that dick to play his game, good thing Joseph was probably the most attractive man in Western Europe.

BACKONTRACK-- He had to get pass her to make his move, because he had one and it was GOOD. When he was on his way over he spotted a small flower shop and he bit his lip at the thought of Caesar's reaction when he surprised him with a modest but beautiful bouquet, he could barely surpress the shit eating grin that was forming on his face. So with a little help of his old friend hamon (THANK YOU, GRANDAD JONATHAN) he managed to move a large vase that was being used as a centerpiece just by touching the table's smooth wooden surface , a few seconds and the thing would just drop to the ground and create enough of a diversion for him to make his way into the elevator. Just as he suspected in a second or two the receptionist let out a loud gasp and by that time he was already pressing number five.

As the numbers lit up one by one he started to feel a bit anxious... maybe even doubtful? Of what? you may ask well he was looking at the big picture. And even though his competitive nature and his boldness may have drove him into this he was still thinking about what normal people thought before this sort of life events. 'Is this the right jacket? does my ass look big? what if he hates the way my shirt clings shamelessly to my pecs?' at the last one he laughed because NO WAY JOSE, that just wouldn't happen- then the doors opened and he was pretty much stepping into the twilight zone. His palms were getting a sweaty and his steps became slower and slower until he was there.

Well this is it, he thought, this is how life ends, this is what happens when you die, there's a big, ridiculously ornamented door (it had a painting of a siren, for fuck's sake) and there's no way to know what lies ahead, unless you power through and bust it open. Or in this case gently knocking three times would do.
]
colpo: (realization)

why cant i quit you

[personal profile] colpo 2013-05-31 08:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Caesar had his own first date jitters- er, manly self reflection time to consider. In the bathtub. Completely masculinishly. He pondered it as he shampooed his soft locks into their perfect silky reputation; it was just Jojo, his idiotic and cocky buddy. His brother in arms. The only companion aside from maybe Lisa Lisa sensei who shared the grueling experiences and trying fate he had. Perhaps one of the few people who understood him on a level beneath his charming persona. There was no reason for his stomach to flip and the good hour he'd spent picking an outfit. It was merely filling the role they were playing for this little training exercise, that's all.

Nodding to himself, he praised his acting skills, closed his eyes and dunked his head beneath the lukewarm water (a testament to how long he'd been brooding in there), letting the thud of his muffled pulse sooth him, get him back on track and away from such sentimental nonsense. Caesar did a mental checklist of all the things he'd prepared beforehand; wine, check (he'd certainly sampled enough of it this afternoon, a taste test ofc), the food, double check, the sunscreen, yup. Because clearly between the two of them Caesar was the one to think of everything they might need. Cold hard facts, the balm to any jitters, flowed through his mind and washed away the nonsense, only to be interrupted by a soft knocking at his door, audible even beneath the water.

With a splash Caesar rose half out of the water, soppy wet elbows bracing the edge of the tub, and blew soaking wet hair from his eyes. He glanced at the clock on the table with puzzlement. No, he hadn't lost track of time so who the hell could that be...? Certainly not Jojo, that idiot couldn't be on time if his ass depended on it, let alone his life.]
Mama mia, some gentlemen just can't catch a break...

[Reaching over the edge of the tub, he grabbed a towel, stood to briskly dry himself off, and garbed himself in his pride and joy, a fancy silk robe, before wrapping another fluffy white towel around his hair and padding out of the room. It was probably room service, mistakenly sending him another fruit basket or steak or something of the like. If he hadn't had prior engagements he'd coax room service into sweetening his own gift basket- but it was no use thinking about that now.

Without even peering through the peep hole, he unlocked the door and pried it open, completely unsuspecting of the early after noon knocker without the knockers]


Yes, how may I be of help signora-....well. If room service is relying on your people skills, this hotel is doomed. [To hide his utter surprise, Caesar folded his arms across his sagging robed chest and leaned comfortably in the doorway. Joseph "Diarrhea Mouth bluffington" Joestar was early. Holy shit. Did that mean Italy had a snowball's chance in hell at the cup- nononono. If this wasn't some imposter (which Caesar, the brilliant blonde that he is, isn't completely sure he isn't) then Jojo really was trying hard. The thought warmed his cockles.]
Edited 2013-05-31 08:39 (UTC)
colpo: (as if)

I believe it is U who wants in MY pantsu

[personal profile] colpo 2013-06-02 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
[That blush that made the marks upon Caesar's cheeks pop, the flush that traveled all the way down his collar bones? Totally not from embarrassment, completely the flush from the hot water of his bath talking, yup. He was frustrated with himself for being caught off his game, and by Jojo of all people, when he was the one who was supposed to be the teacher in this situation! Dammit. Oh well...he'd grace Jojo with that point because that was all he was going to win this round.
The blonde shot his friend the sharpest of smirks and shifted his weight. Idiot.]
You're welcome, asshole. Only the best for my amico.

[The look turned further unamused the more cocky bullshit that spewed forth from the Joestar's mouth. It's not his fault Jojo was probably probed by the Germans and replaced by a clone! But, no, that's not right. There's no other creature on this earth that could imitate that shpiel. He did his own appreciative look over, noting for later that the kid actually looked good in a suit.] You clean up pretty good yourself, Jojo. I'm truly touched that you even bathed for me. Perhaps you are taking this seriously.

[Rolling his eyes, a true grin blossoming at the corners of his mouth, he pulled away from the doorway and swept his arm out in a come inside me gesture. The banter was starting to take the edge off his initial flustered feeling. He turned into the doorway, making sure to glance over his shoulder at his friend as he drove his point home, complete selective hearing, my friend.]

Then I suppose it's only a matter of time until you learn what keeps them coming back for more of me, hmm? Truly irresistible doesn't even begin to cover it. [And with that he sashayed into the room, fully expecting Jojo to follow once he picks his jaw up from the floor]
colpo: (show me your teeth)

nope its clearly you, bringin me flowers and shit, wanting to deflower me, eh big boy?

[personal profile] colpo 2013-06-04 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]
Edited 2013-06-04 07:35 (UTC)
colpo: (jfc)

WELCUM BACK~ your prize is seeing Caesar's booty (also sorry this reply is kinda poo)

[personal profile] colpo 2013-06-07 09:06 am (UTC)(link)
[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.


Edited 2013-06-07 09:09 (UTC)
colpo: (grimace I just ate a fucking pigeon what)

that he is ;)

[personal profile] colpo 2013-06-13 09:19 am (UTC)(link)
[At first the pause between his inquiry and Jojo's reply caused Caesar to look up from adjusting his jacket quizzically, wondering what the hell brought about the actual silence of one Joseph Joestar. It's slight, but Jojo's expression shifts, leaving Caesar even more confused. And. Concerned.

Now, Caesar Anthonio Zeppeli knows he's fucking good looking. No shit, Sherlock. He's been told that since he was a wee infant with a full head of shockingly blonde locks, gurgling bubbles in the crib. But he didn't count on Joseph appreciating his beauty. Thus the confusion and the eyebrow Jojo's getting at that reaction, as slight as it was.
Caesar is in tune with his partner, y'know. Hearts beat as one, breathing in synch and all that good stuff, so he'd notice. And did.]


What am I, a witch? Does that make you my flying monkey? You could probably scrape up enough fleas.

[He's just gonna unnecessarily grab Jojo by one of those beefy arms, leaning in all close and squinting] Are you ready to go? Perhaps you should eat something if you skipped breakfast, to tide you over. But you'll have to fend for yourself since I already cooked lunch.
colpo: (smh)

your dong is telling you yes ;)

[personal profile] colpo 2013-06-18 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
[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.
colpo: (as if)

as if you could stay away~

[personal profile] colpo 2013-07-20 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Caesar just barely restrains himself from rolling his eyes- at this rate his eyeballs are going to fall from his skull from Jojo's wearying antics. He knew the nosy shit- er, his dear bfff would inspect the picnic basket so he'd naturally done the honors of shielding the rest of the surprise with his trusty bubble.

But...as grumpy and antsy as the Joestar clearly was, not to mention impatient, Caesar knew the younger man was pleased by the preparations and that in turn pleased Caesar immensely. Great impression despite all the shit talk: In the bag! Why, he was damn near puffing up his feathers with pride, dammit.]


Romantic candles? Don't get ahead of yourself: that's not until the fifth date. You've no idea how to use those properly at this point. But you're right...class is in session starting now. [And with a wink and a grin, a feeling he couldn't identify making his chest grow warm, he turned on his heel, grabbed his keys, and headed for the door.]

Come along, Little Jojo.
colpo: (realization)

revving of my cootch intensifies

[personal profile] colpo 2013-07-21 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
[As they sashay past the front desk Caesar was pulled from his internal monologue of planning by the chuckling Joestar and, upon realizing he was laughing at some cute girl's misfortune, he reached over to pinch Jojo lightly on one of his big beefy arms. As punishment and definitely not to feel his warmth with his own fingers again, nope nope.
But laughter suits the light in those blue eyes, though-
It wasn't long before they were in front of the beast that would carry them to their destination and lovely afternoon. A small bead of sweat drips from Caesar's hairline to his ear and his stomach does a little lurch of anticipationanticianticifearfearanticipa- This beast sure is impressive, decked out with all the love and care Joseph clearly could give.]


Well ciao bella, [He purrs along with the engine. It's not that he's never been on a moped around the city before or anything but- this was a longer trip and with his best friend. This is decidedly different territory. To Jojo, his lip curls, unimpressed-] I'm certainly not going to let you ride off into the sunset with my lunch, idiota.

[He sends an unsure look at the machine again before slowly swinging his leg over and settling behind Jojo awkwardly, hands on his knees. He immediately notices how Jojo is a burning hot vice between his knees. God dammit, his heart sped up.] Where am I supposed to hold on? I'd rather save my insurance company the headache of dealing with you if we crash thanks to your wonderful vehicle etiquette.
colpo: (pic#)

you nailed it and Caesar- oh wait nvm about that last part better luck next time ;)

[personal profile] colpo 2013-07-22 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Caesar had a scathing retort loaded on the tip of his tongue but Joseph had already taken off with a little kick start, taking the blonde by surprise, and in his annoyance yet sheer joy out of 'debating' with the Joestar was forgotten in favor of wrapping his arms around Jojo's middle. He squeezed his knees tightly to Joseph's hips, his chin digging pointedly into the middle of that strong back he was so used to seeing.

He already had a hunkering feeling the asshole was going to pull a Total Dick Move and attempt to startle him, so he kept his eyes shut, bracing himself, but, the hum of the engine beneath them, coiling beneath his ass pleasantly and the soft breeze toying with his hair coaxed his eyes open to the wonderful sight of the cobblestone italian streets passing them by, the cloudless, open blue sky served as a beacon of welcoming.]


Bellisimo! If it's like this all the time it's no wonder you risk your shitty luck with vehicles for a sight like this....
colpo: (pathetic mortal you will never get as mu)

you think you can handle this ass, you ass?

[personal profile] colpo 2013-07-24 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
[As exhilarating as the whole experience was: the wind whistling past them, the world blurring, and the comforting, scorching hot line of Jojo's body against his, there was still that initial problem of Those Shitty Moments When Joseph Joestar Opens His Mouth. But, oh, how couldn't he be cocky when roaring down the streets like this? A genuine, serene laugh tumbling from his lips and forming the words-]

You shouldn't talk about yourself like that, Jojo! You're getting too big a head to call yourself a Don Juan this quickly. You're spot on with the mouthy part, though.

[Then it hit him. The unmistakable, heart igniting of adventure and fun, that scent: the sea. He squeezed squeezed Joseph tightly in sheer excitement and barely bit down the whoop of joy that threatened to slip past his lips.

They had arrived to their destination. Now the real fun, and the real challenge, would start. Anxiousness and anticipation battled for screentime inside him. Excitement won out, for now.]
colpo: (show me your teeth)

Barely, if you recall ;)

[personal profile] colpo 2013-07-25 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Snorting with brimming amusement, Caesar takes his sweet damn time climbing off the machine, bracing himself by Jojo's warm shoulders, and climbs to his feet. His entire body buzzed with the remaining vibrations from the engine, why yes, it was too hot all of a sudden and the quiet thrumming through his body was definitely pleasant. He could get used to that. Tugging his sunglasses from his pocket, he places them on and goes about retrieving their delicious lunch from the saddlebags.]

For your sake I sure hope so. In the incredibly rare even of a legitimate date, you'd offer to carry your intended miles across the piping hot sand. Remember that, little Jojo.

[He smirked. What a wonderful time to be alive and utterly annihilate your friend's ass once again. It sure was the kind of nice day for it. Basket in hand, he offers his other to Jojo.]

Shall we? If the journey is too much for you I have some drinks that'll replenish you in no time.
colpo: (covers face w hands)

I'd like to see you try (no really, I would)

[personal profile] colpo 2013-07-26 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Some of Jojo's posing and preening words are lost in the moment Caesar takes a gander at their spot. It isn't just gorgeous, it's completely magnificent. He thought he'd found all the tasty little spots to bring a cute date to but this slotted neatly at the top of the list, moreso because of who picked it out. He knew no matter what happened though, he'd never bring anyone here. He'll also never admit it but from now on he's deemed this their spot. His and Jojo's.

For some reason, the thought makes his chest feel like it's about to burst, his heart thundering against his rib cage like a fluttering bird, or, butterflies. How strange. He squeezes Jojo's hand in his and turns to him, unable to extinguish the beaming smile thrown his way-]


Jojo, I never in a million years could predict this coming from you, you ass! It's gorgeous. You do have a brain in there. I'm a little proud, it means there's hope to get some romance through that thick skull of yours. [But it's not defeat that sinks in his stomach it's something else laced with the thrill of the challenge. Something pure and true and strong. A true gentleman knows when he's beaten, and this persistent bastard knows he's still got tricks up his sleeve.

Al for the sake of education and not fucking up his friend, of course!]
Edited 2013-07-26 05:53 (UTC)
colpo: (show me your teeth)

ikr?! I HEAR YOUR HEAAARRRT BEAT TO THE BEAT OF THE COOOOOCK

[personal profile] colpo 2013-07-27 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Caesar's still distracted- between the electricity that had surged through their connected hands, far stronger and hotter than any ripple, the unintelligible feeling gathering in his chest and the scenery, he takes a moment to tear his gaze away from the waves and back to his date- er, friend. He smirks and bows shortly, hand to his fluttering heart. Electric green eyes peer at Jojo through golden lashes-]

Of course, loudmouth jester. I can't have you starve and enjoy this scenery all by my lonesome- well, I could. But it wouldn't be much fun without you. I am merciful.

[He reaches for the basket and starts setting things up, naming the items with pride brimming from his tone, not to mention the shark-like smirk on his face. The cat that had gotten the cream.] Squid Ink pasta, just like you demanded, your highness. Then some piping hot Focaccia bread, some garlic bread in case you bitch about trying something new like last time...some homemade Tiramisu, not even your stubborn ass could resist this...and finally- [At the very bottom of the basket he reveals the prize!]

A nice red wine to wash it all down. [He also makes a big to-do about getting napkins to wipe the drool he knows is coming as soon as the delicious smells of his home country assault his friend's nose. Caesar probably couldn't be any more giddy or any better at hiding at it at this moment.] Well? Dig in.