[ How is it, Caesar? Sharing this small dorm space with this big beefy behemoth?
Well, it’s about to seem even smaller with the arrival of a new and clearly over-excited resident.
It’s not unusual for Jonathan to go out and explore their new home for hours on end. Everything is so different here and the man seems to have an almost childlike fascination and need for adventure and discovering new things.
And now that Erina is here as well... Any chance he gets to see her and show her around, he’ll take it.
Usually Jonathan brings back some kind of “artefact” or another from his excursions. More often than not they’re simply mundane devices or objects that he in his Victorian state of mind can’t wrap his brain around but today- it’s not a thing he brings back this time.
When their door opens it isn’t Jonathan that enters first- even with his huge frame he’s been barged past by a very eager, very happy looking
dog.
A little Shiba Inu to be precise, although JoJo himself hasn’t seen a dog like it before himself and wouldn’t be able to tell anyone its breed. It dashes happily around the room, sniffing and investigating everything- including a certain Italian man if he’s in the vicinity.
Jonathan looks... sort of sheepish. He was hoping for more of a sedate entrance than this- maybe ease Caesar into the idea of the canine even coming into the dorm in the first place... Too late for that now. ]
Ah, Caesar. I do apologise- he wasn’t quite as excitable on the way here...
[ Despite his apology, it’s obvious that he’s completely delighted at just seeing a dog. Let alone it being in their living space. ]
That's a dog sniffing at his feet in the middle of their already too small space. Did Jonathan forget he's huge? There's about 500 square feet shared between them already and this creature currently shooting around the vicinity-this isn't what they need.
Caesar points at the dog, offended and sputtering at the sight of it.]
No.
[That's it. That's all. No apology is going to chance his response and no smile will wear at his decision.]
You can't be serious. We don't have room to house a dog-what were you thinking?
[ At the finger point and the "No", the dog immediately plonks his butt down on the ground where it was sniffing at Caesar's feet. The dog sits, stares at Caesar and whines. Eyes large and pleading- who knows what it wants but it clearly doesn't appreciate Caesar's tone.
It's honestly difficult to tell who looks more crushed by this pronouncement right now though- the dog or JoJo. ]
It was a tad impulsive I will admit but- this little fellow needed a home.
[ Answer: He wasn't really thinking all that much. There was a Good, Cute Dog and that was it. ]
-And well, he's not a large dog. [ I mean, compared to Jonathan it looks like a chihuahua - but still. Their living space is definitely a shoe box for these two beefosauruses - and now there's a dog thrown into the mix. ]
[You know who's been chain smoking for about an hour? This guy.
The text comes and there's a sense of relief the courses through his body at this particular message from this specific man.
This kid who he vividly remembers beyond the shared kitchen in this weird time looped world. Who shared deep secrets with him at the edge of some seedy bar and blew bubbles between his fingers when he was trapped in a shadow of his youth.
But he isn't sure how much this deer remembers-doesn't know if this is a passing sense of deja vu for him or if he's having the same intense recollections he's experiencing. ]
Yes. There was a city that branded us with animal traits and thrived off crystal. Do you recall that place?
Well, until she manages to get her fuming slightly more under control, decides that she's being a little ambiguous and another message follows a few seconds later. ]
Does **ravioli** bring back any memories for you? Or are you gonna keep pretending otherwise like the BEAST that you are?
That 'YOU' isn't a surprise given the deluge of memories that's taken over-he recalls her vividly now and that intense deja vu makes sense with the all too sudden context.
He doesn't answer right away because he knows It's going to be a problem and this is part of the reason he ghosts half of the people he sleeps with to avoid this particular unpleasant talk.
But it's not like they slept together here, even if he wouldn't have minded that outcome. She's not bad in any sense. Fiery in bed and in person-what's not to like?
Then she says the magic word-ravioli and he finally flips open the device to actually respond.]
I wasn't pretending. This world played with our senses and left a blockade in our mind. Those memories have only just returned for me as well. There are others from the same place.
[ Jonathan got your gifts, Caesar. And it's safe to say he's delighted with them. Hence why as soon as Caesar returns to their dorm and comes through the door he's going to be enveloped in a giant beefy original JoJo hug.
With a very happy Pesto doing zoomies around their feet - because Jonathan's here and now Caesar's home! And Pesto is in his new collar already, of course. ]
Caesar! You left me such kind birthday gifts, thank you!
[ What is this being nice and expressing thanks so openly and saying what you mean?? ]
And it's not far from the truth-the crushing hug enveloping him so bizarre and unexpected that his flight or fight response activates in a split second.
He stops short punching him in the skull. The dog's incessant yipping and Jonathan's voice pulling him back to the situation at hand. All he does is rest that once clenched fist against the back of his skull, ruffling his hair. He really is like JoJo at times.]
Don't just hug someone without their permission. What's wrong with you? Get off me.
[ She had been excited. Spring is the season of new beginnings, after all, and it had almost seemed overdue, the matter of a certain gift still safely tucked in the satchel at her side. It's still safe and it's still spring, but Setsura's smile is rapidly peeling off her face, deep violet eyes settled on a certain Genji-wannabe waxing some kind of poetic that's currently going in and out of her ears --
He's always looking somewhere else. Even when she trains his eyes on her, they're quick to wander and -- well, her mind is made up rather quickly. She's only just arrived and had about enough of that for the day. Today -- and she's already striding toward him, steps powerful and purposeful -- she's taking and keeping them like she's taking the space between Caesar and his mark without a care as to the woman's protest and reaching -- yes, she's reaching because he's so damned tall, the bastard -- to grab his collar and she's pulling him down, down, down and going up on her tip toes to catch those lips that wander everywhere but into hers.
Today, she's keeping him. In fact, the glance she will eventually spare the other woman is accompanied by a "shoo" motion. Seriously, get lost. ]
[A pair of lips against his own isn't an unexpected outcome in this scenario-it was the preferred ending to this little exchange, actually, so it takes him a hot second to realize-
A. This is not the woman he started with and B. She's-
She's shooing his potential date away? The girl leaves with an irritated huff and Caesar's grateful that he wasn't far enough along his flirtatious efforts to make this feel like a failure.
The thing is-this is bold even for Setsura. She's never taken this stance-her modus operandi is sitting in his lap to ruin his efforts at every possible opportunity, not to blatantly make out with him in front of his mark.
It catches him offguard-for the first time in his life, someone else has taken the lead and he's thrown by the brazen behavior. His hands settle on her shoulders out of an age old reflex, but he does nothing else-he doesn't push her away, pull her close, he's just trying to steady his thoughts with this physical act.
Pulling back from those soft lips is hard-more difficult than he imagined. Just a touch away, just a breath and-]
Someone noticed the grimy children holed up in their family home, hungry and dirty after days, weeks, months of getting by on scraps.
He remembers because it wasn't long after he heard those wayward comments outside the door that people came-the police, some sort of official. They split them up in that moment, Caesar proving with his fiery temper that he had to be moved a different orphanage. One that resembled a juvenile hall more than a home.
He knew then that the likelihood of seeing his family again was miniscule. Small. A speck of hope he never bothered to cling to. One he disowned the second he escaped that 'orphanage' and disowned his family name.
He never expected to see the words big brother directed his way. Never thought anything like that would pass through someone's mind because his family wasn't here and-
He never thought someone could be a part of that family again. Thought it was a self-bestowed punishment for his ignorance as a child.
It hits hard. His eyes flash over the screen again and again and-
[It had taken her some poking and prodding before she left for home from Lunatia, but Kokoro does remember Caesar's birthday. And that's why she's outside the door, camera in one hand a gift box in the other against her hip.]
[ Remember that time you left Jonathan some birthday presents on the counter, Caesar? Well, your roommate can return the favour - only he's a lot more open about it.
There's a bottle of wine (of course) and a nice and ornate silver cigarette lighter and...
There's also a very strange piece of artwork that someone has obviously spent quite some time on - it's strange only because the end result is something like this. Except clearly meant to be some big, messy yellow sunflowers.
Amid all of this is a very properly written and very Victorian birthday note:
Dear Caesar,
We wish you many happy returns of your birthday. We hope that you like your gifts.
Your friends,
Jonathan, Erina and Pesto
...And less formally, it's also signed off with another of those messy pawprints from Pesto himself. ]
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ACTION - after all of the cuddle nonsense
Well, it’s about to seem even smaller with the arrival of a new and clearly over-excited resident.
It’s not unusual for Jonathan to go out and explore their new home for hours on end. Everything is so different here and the man seems to have an almost childlike fascination and need for adventure and discovering new things.
And now that Erina is here as well... Any chance he gets to see her and show her around, he’ll take it.
Usually Jonathan brings back some kind of “artefact” or another from his excursions. More often than not they’re simply mundane devices or objects that he in his Victorian state of mind can’t wrap his brain around but today- it’s not a thing he brings back this time.
When their door opens it isn’t Jonathan that enters first- even with his huge frame he’s been barged past by a very eager, very happy looking
dog.
A little Shiba Inu to be precise, although JoJo himself hasn’t seen a dog like it before himself and wouldn’t be able to tell anyone its breed. It dashes happily around the room, sniffing and investigating everything- including a certain Italian man if he’s in the vicinity.
Jonathan looks... sort of sheepish. He was hoping for more of a sedate entrance than this- maybe ease Caesar into the idea of the canine even coming into the dorm in the first place... Too late for that now. ]
Ah, Caesar. I do apologise- he wasn’t quite as excitable on the way here...
[ Despite his apology, it’s obvious that he’s completely delighted at just seeing a dog. Let alone it being in their living space. ]
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That's a dog sniffing at his feet in the middle of their already too small space. Did Jonathan forget he's huge? There's about 500 square feet shared between them already and this creature currently shooting around the vicinity-this isn't what they need.
Caesar points at the dog, offended and sputtering at the sight of it.]
No.
[That's it. That's all. No apology is going to chance his response and no smile will wear at his decision.]
You can't be serious. We don't have room to house a dog-what were you thinking?
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It's honestly difficult to tell who looks more crushed by this pronouncement right now though- the dog or JoJo. ]
It was a tad impulsive I will admit but- this little fellow needed a home.
[ Answer: He wasn't really thinking all that much. There was a Good, Cute Dog and that was it. ]
-And well, he's not a large dog. [ I mean, compared to Jonathan it looks like a chihuahua - but still. Their living space is definitely a shoe box for these two beefosauruses - and now there's a dog thrown into the mix. ]
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[ TEXT - at the exact same time Erina is texting JoJo] un: winger
Caesar - I have received a message from Erina which I must admit is equal parts troubling and confusing to me.
She is asking me whether I have any “needs” that she is not fulfilling. I do not understand what she means but she seems most concerned!
..... Also do you require the tiny tomatoes or the larger ones for the dish you are making? The list did not specify.
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Seriously??? What the HELL is this??]
You can't be that dense. Are you not a red-blooded man, Jonathan? You have to know what she means.
And the large ones. Make sure they're firm.
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3AM texts because my inbox isn't set up yet.
WHEEPS
The text comes and there's a sense of relief the courses through his body at this particular message from this specific man.
This kid who he vividly remembers beyond the shared kitchen in this weird time looped world. Who shared deep secrets with him at the edge of some seedy bar and blew bubbles between his fingers when he was trapped in a shadow of his youth.
But he isn't sure how much this deer remembers-doesn't know if this is a passing sense of deja vu for him or if he's having the same intense recollections he's experiencing. ]
Yes.
There was a city that branded us with animal traits and thrived off crystal.
Do you recall that place?
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TEXT (at some horrible hour of the night) un: tsukuyo
[ That's it. That's the message.
Well, until she manages to get her fuming slightly more under control, decides that she's being a little ambiguous and another message follows a few seconds later. ]
Does **ravioli** bring back any memories for you?
Or are you gonna keep pretending otherwise like the BEAST that you are?
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That 'YOU' isn't a surprise given the deluge of memories that's taken over-he recalls her vividly now and that intense deja vu makes sense with the all too sudden context.
He doesn't answer right away because he knows It's going to be a problem and this is part of the reason he ghosts half of the people he sleeps with to avoid this particular unpleasant talk.
But it's not like they slept together here, even if he wouldn't have minded that outcome. She's not bad in any sense. Fiery in bed and in person-what's not to like?
Then she says the magic word-ravioli and he finally flips open the device to actually respond.]
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Those memories have only just returned for me as well.
There are others from the same place.
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text; un: kishibe
You remembered me, didn't you?
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Of course I did.
You're the only fool who couldn't recall anything.
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text; un: adler 3/29
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My place is open or would you rather take your chances at the bar?
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The day of his birthday!! Here to ruin all of your Tsun
With a very happy Pesto doing zoomies around their feet - because Jonathan's here and now Caesar's home! And Pesto is in his new collar already, of course. ]
Caesar! You left me such kind birthday gifts, thank you!
[ What is this being nice and expressing thanks so openly and saying what you mean?? ]
THIS IS WHY DIO BECOMES A VILLAIN!!!!!!!
And it's not far from the truth-the crushing hug enveloping him so bizarre and unexpected that his flight or fight response activates in a split second.
He stops short punching him in the skull. The dog's incessant yipping and Jonathan's voice pulling him back to the situation at hand. All he does is rest that once clenched fist against the back of his skull, ruffling his hair. He really is like JoJo at times.]
Don't just hug someone without their permission. What's wrong with you? Get off me.
well that's just mean :<
i take it back. i cannot say a mean thing about jonathan
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ACTION | Early April, Hanami Time --
He's always looking somewhere else. Even when she trains his eyes on her, they're quick to wander and -- well, her mind is made up rather quickly. She's only just arrived and had about enough of that for the day. Today -- and she's already striding toward him, steps powerful and purposeful -- she's taking and keeping them like she's taking the space between Caesar and his mark without a care as to the woman's protest and reaching -- yes, she's reaching because he's so damned tall, the bastard -- to grab his collar and she's pulling him down, down, down and going up on her tip toes to catch those lips that wander everywhere but into hers.
Today, she's keeping him. In fact, the glance she will eventually spare the other woman is accompanied by a "shoo" motion. Seriously, get lost. ]
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A. This is not the woman he started with and B. She's-
She's shooing his potential date away? The girl leaves with an irritated huff and Caesar's grateful that he wasn't far enough along his flirtatious efforts to make this feel like a failure.
The thing is-this is bold even for Setsura. She's never taken this stance-her modus operandi is sitting in his lap to ruin his efforts at every possible opportunity, not to blatantly make out with him in front of his mark.
It catches him offguard-for the first time in his life, someone else has taken the lead and he's thrown by the brazen behavior. His hands settle on her shoulders out of an age old reflex, but he does nothing else-he doesn't push her away, pull her close, he's just trying to steady his thoughts with this physical act.
Pulling back from those soft lips is hard-more difficult than he imagined. Just a touch away, just a breath and-]
I see you've stepped up your game.
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text; un: adler
[ goes straight for the heart here today ]
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Someone noticed the grimy children holed up in their family home, hungry and dirty after days, weeks, months of getting by on scraps.
He remembers because it wasn't long after he heard those wayward comments outside the door that people came-the police, some sort of official. They split them up in that moment, Caesar proving with his fiery temper that he had to be moved a different orphanage. One that resembled a juvenile hall more than a home.
He knew then that the likelihood of seeing his family again was miniscule. Small. A speck of hope he never bothered to cling to. One he disowned the second he escaped that 'orphanage' and disowned his family name.
He never expected to see the words big brother directed his way. Never thought anything like that would pass through someone's mind because his family wasn't here and-
He never thought someone could be a part of that family again. Thought it was a self-bestowed punishment for his ignorance as a child.
It hits hard. His eyes flash over the screen again and again and-
Again and again.
It feels too surreal, but-]
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I'll have extra food for you later. Check the fridge tonight.
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Caaaaesar-kyun~ open the door~!
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Ciao, Kokoro.
[He's a little suspicious as he opens the door.]
What brings you here?
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a ridiculous present drop backdated to Caesar's birthday
There's a bottle of wine (of course) and a nice and ornate silver cigarette lighter and...
There's also a very strange piece of artwork that someone has obviously spent quite some time on - it's strange only because the end result is something like this. Except clearly meant to be some big, messy yellow sunflowers.
Amid all of this is a very properly written and very Victorian birthday note:
Dear Caesar,
We wish you many happy returns of your birthday. We hope that you like your gifts.
Your friends,
Jonathan, Erina and Pesto
...And less formally, it's also signed off with another of those messy pawprints from Pesto himself. ]