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.
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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.
colpo: (jfc)

i had actually just eaten when you replied so, i feel u (GO EAT SOMETHING)

[personal profile] colpo 2013-07-28 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
[So Caesar was expecting one hell of a reaction, a bunch of grumbling and pandering and huffing and a shitty job of hiding his delight- but this took the cake. He gaped for a couple of seconds, eyes wide, before his mouth curved and brought forth a chuckle. Then a snort. He did reach out to lightly pinch Jojo on the skin of his hand, but it was just too damn funny, seeing a grown ass man like his friend fall to his knees like that.

....Fall to his knees....Something Stirred in the deep. Squashing that down, he plastered that usual arrogant smirk onto his face.]
I'm pleased to pieces that my performance exceeded your expectations, but next time if your honey makes you a meal, you should be a little slower. And if you're really that hungry, shovel a big portion when she isn't looking. Dumbass. Go ahead, I said. I won't be satisfied until you have a mouthful and say "God damn, Caesar, this is awesome!"

[While Jojo's drooling and inhaling the meal, Caesar goes ahead and pours the Joestar a heaping helping of wine, then pours himself a glass. He had the feeling they were going to need it. He deserved a reward for racking up so many points, right? Right~ He takes a sip and waits.]