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kyouyasangels_inc [ 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. ]
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. ]
I'M BACK
7/6/13 05:25 (UTC)not that he minded, he could take him anywhere if he kept that ridiculous robe on come on...then JoJo heard something about not touching something but he really didn't pay attention because there was a centerpiece that had a very voluptuous silhouette and a pair of HUGE melons and oh fuck he was doing it already, poking and checking if the size was exactly his type and since all boobs were his type he guessed they were about right... he got bored after ten seconds and moved on to the next item, it looked like a very expensive abstract puzzle, neatly put together and a complete bore because who the fuck buys this shit? He lifted his gaze and barely noticed that the door to Caesar's room wasn't completely closed. He tried to still look nonchalant (even if he was all alone, he felt all the expensive art pieces were silently judging him) as he walked a few steps closer to the tiny space between the door and the frame.A quick look wouldn't hurt nobody, right? WRONG a part of his mind shouted but he wasn't going to let this chance slip so here goes nothing.
A short glance and he didn't see anything out of the ordinary training day, Caesar had a defined musculature just like he did. His back had many scars but it seemed to be smooth too, bastard took good care of himself. He was looking at the mirror
of fucking course he wasand his hair was still dripping and he followed the trace of liquid down to his neck, some of them made their way down his chest and okay he had a nice bod, BIG DEAL! so did Joseph-He then decided he had enough because Caesar was likely to notice and he just wasn't ready to get caught doing something like that to his best friend. Even if he totally didn't regret it. He went back to where Caesar left him, back to feeling up the sculpture. ] Jeez, you're taking so long-- I'm getting really hungry ! You know I didn't even have breakfast because I wanted to have that pasta you're so proud about but at this rate I might die before we get to the beach! SO THIS BETTER BE GOOD!
WELCUM BACK~ your prize is seeing Caesar's booty (also sorry this reply is kinda poo)
7/6/13 09:06 (UTC)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.
OH NO HE' S HOT
13/6/13 05:41 (UTC)he looked just right.
He cursed, agonized and bit his lip so hard he might draw blood. BUT HE WOULDN'T LET THAT BETRAY HIM more than it already did anyways- but then again he WAS the apprentice, and in his mental chalkboard it was Joseph II - Caesar - I.
He had to shake his head, shit he looked damn fine and now Joseph was actually regretting NOT having a good look before he got dressed but that was just his mind going a thousand miles an hour and leaving him behind again. Fortunately he was a skilled chameleon and it wasn't hard to pretend he wasn't about to show Caesar the finger for winning this one. ] Finally! I was starting to think you dissolved into stinky cologne and bath salts! Ready to go now?
that he is ;)
13/6/13 09:19 (UTC)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.
my mind is tellin me no but my body is telling me (yes) no
17/6/13 22:27 (UTC)Let's just get outta here, your place is giving me the creeps now, [He started seeing decorations within decorations and that was spoiling his appetite already so he kept a more or less steady pace till they reached the hallway, the idiot's arm still around his and he just knew he was loving it but it wasn't enough to kill his spirits, no way in HELL. ]
Sooo... do you want me to get the engine started while you get the stuff or what? don't bring too much crap, though!
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.
LATE AGAIN BUT IM NEVER LEAVING THIS THREAD
19/7/13 23:18 (UTC)Everything seemed squeaky clean, it even hurt his eyes and he knew it was probably Caesar who cleaned everything, what a waste. As a true slacker Jojo even left his underwear on the bathroom floor after he showered to find it clean and folded inside his drawer the next morning. Anyways, he was getting sidetracked and they were losing precious time he could be spending trying to fluster his friend. ]
I got it, so are you ready now? Do you need to buy aromatic candles? Embroidered handkerchiefs? Let's go!!!
as if you could stay away~
20/7/13 02:18 (UTC)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.
BRRUUUM BRRUUUM!!!
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?
revving of my cootch intensifies
21/7/13 07:27 (UTC)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.
so much trouble with motorbike parts but i think i nailed it !!!
22/7/13 06:03 (UTC)What he wasn't willing to admit though was the fact that he was feeling a bit... self conscious. He didn't mind when people rode with him, but having Caesar behind him and under the present circumstances well, he had to remind himself constantly it was just a silly thing they came up with to compete with each other and God knows they've done really stupid things when it comes to show the other who's boss. So he took a deep breath and then Caesar was asking for something to hold on to-- ]
Well, you could try and trust your balance oooor-- you could just hold onto me, you moron.
[He turned his head just enough to throw him a daring look, half smirking but inside he was waiting to be rejected with a sour backhanded response, maybe even a slap on the face so he was ready for anything. He lifted the kickstand and they were finally moving, at moderate speed at first since the traffic was tricky at noon so he had to watch out, the streets in italian cities were usually so narrow he had trouble speeding but he managed most of the time, granted that half of those involved a cop chase and a ticket but if freedom had a price he'd pay for it, several times if necessary! ]
you nailed it and Caesar- oh wait nvm about that last part better luck next time ;)
22/7/13 08:09 (UTC)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....
just you wait that ass is mine ok
23/7/13 05:28 (UTC)Then he felt it, knees pressed around his thighs, arms rapidly closing around his waistline and Caesar's face resting on his backbone, a quick glance on the rearview and he'd be damned if that wasn't Caesar Antonio Zeppeli doing just that... cute... That motherfucker actually looked harmless and after a while it seemed like he was even enjoying it. He was really looking forward to share this with Caesar, his freedom, which was one of the greatest things about being Joseph: There were no limits, only places to go. ]
Told you it was going to be worth it, even a mouthy Don Juan like you would know! So just hold on and enjoy the view!
[ Eyes on the road now, they had no time to waste so he picked up speed when the streets were empty enough for him to dribble between the cars left on the lane. As they got closer to the city limits and entered the sandy waves the high way was finally clearing out, just a few miles to go...
Then he saw that big blue looming up in front of him, he took a deep breath of that salty fragrance, oh yeah, they were there. ]
you think you can handle this ass, you ass?
24/7/13 06:01 (UTC)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.]
i think i already did...
25/7/13 06:14 (UTC)In all fairness, he started it. ]
We're gonna have to walk a little bit from here on, alright? But don't worry, your highness, I'm pretty sure our destination will suit your romantic needs just fine.
Barely, if you recall ;)
25/7/13 08:05 (UTC)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.
fffffffffffffffffffff ill do it again!!!
26/7/13 05:08 (UTC)damn, ]
Shut up and follow my lead, alright?
[ Jojo never came to battle unprepared, most of his opponents had recognized that and his sleight of hand as his most dangerous abilities as a fighter. Well, even if it didn't seem like it at first glance this was probably going to be a tough one, so he was more than ready for the next phase. He took the liberty to visit the beach the night before to set everything up for their lovely outing, He knew what Caesar might like or do in his situation, so he was already two steps ahead. The spot was roughly a few minutes away from the bustle they encountered near the pier. A clear, secluded space, where the sand seemed a little paler, cleaner. He had to remove all large rocks from around the area and find a spot far enough from the shore so the high tide wouldn't hit them. He set up a reasonable sized carp, all white, it gave them enough shade under the raising heat. It was a bitch to set up though, he had to swim to get it back several times after three particularly bad tides, he ended up dirty, muddy and with sand logged into... places...
All in all he was proud of his job and he knew Caesar HAD to appreciate it even a little. So when they finally got there, Jojo was beaming with confidence, knowing he had yet again outdone himself.]
Fancy enough for you or what? It was a bitch to get done, but here we are! I bet you're speechless right?
You're about to say: 'Why Jojo, I never in a million years could ever predict this coming from you.'
I'd like to see you try (no really, I would)
26/7/13 05:51 (UTC)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!]
WHAT A CUTIE PATOOTIE
27/7/13 06:14 (UTC)Okay, NOW It's your turn to please me and my empty stomach, bubble prince~ I'm starved...
[ He wasn't lying, he was saving space for that delicious pasta and all the goodies that damn basket might have inside. He kept staring at it, hoping Caesar would notice just how fucking hungry he actually was. ]
ikr?! I HEAR YOUR HEAAARRRT BEAT TO THE BEAT OF THE COOOOOCK
27/7/13 07:05 (UTC)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.
im so sorry about this im kind of hungry myself
28/7/13 07:24 (UTC)He really was trying not to say something stupid,
oh god almighty he was biting his lip so hard, he needed to put all those breads in his mouth simultaneously, drink all that wine. The moment the delicious aroma hit his nose he was done, DONE! He tried to focus on the matter at hand, he and Caesar, holding hands... the challenge... the... battle for supremacy....gimme...
He fell to his knees and half dragged his famished hot bod until he was close enough to the pasta, he remembered it well. He unceremoniously unwrapped the napkin around his silverware and scooped about half the content of the plate around his fork, he looked at it like it was the most beautiful work of art ever made, he was no Picasso but THIS was a talent. The smell was driving him crazy and when he got his face closer and closer to have a taste, he turned to Caesar and swallowed. Expecting a terrible sight, a 'go fucking die' vacant stare, a punch in the face... ]
i had actually just eaten when you replied so, i feel u (GO EAT SOMETHING)
28/7/13 08:04 (UTC)....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.]