[ 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. ]
[This isn't about the size-large or not, Caesar can only see another mouth to feed and another responsibility added to the ever growing list of problems around this dorm.
He doesn't know enough about to Jonathan to figure out if this dog was truly in dire straits or if he was played by someone trying to pass on their problems to another-he has the feeling it was the latter.
Caesar looks down at the rascal when it begins to yip, yip, yip for attention and extends a finger towards it. No!!]
Knock it off and you-
[The finger raises right back to point at Grandpa Joestar!!!]
Where did you get the dog? I'll take it back myself if you're too soft-hearted to do it.
[ The pup quiets down, but he's still sitting at the blonde's feet, curly fluffy tail thwacking madly against the floor as he looks up at Caesar. Look at him, Caesar. ]
Dogs are good judges of character. [ JUST THROWING OUT KINDLY COMPLIMENTS, like the good Jonathan he is.
But his smiling expression quickly changes to dismay when Caesar talks about taking the dog back. ]
Surely you wouldn't! His owner didn't want him anymore- he didn't seem to care for the little fellow at all.
Why not just let him stay for a few days and see if you feel differently?
Dogs like anyone who can provide a meal. That's not the compliment you think it is.
[Caesar's never had a pet, let alone a dog, but he can't imagine the thought process goes beyond an animalistic desire to eat and have shelter. Anyone with two functioning braincells can provide that.
But he isn't interested in condemning the beast to a hard life with someone who doesn't like him. They'll find another home for him-Jonathan will find another home for it.
He lets out an irritated huff-something the dog mistakes as a sneeze and it lets out its own doggy snort in turn.
Caesar looks offended and finally sets his eyes on the tail wagging, fluffy nightmare this Joestar has bestowed on him.]
He can stay until you find a suitable home. You'll be the one to walk him, feed him, and bathe him until then, capisce?
That's simply not true. Dogs are more discerning than you think.
[ It's obvious that he's speaking from both experience (tinged with a little sadness perhaps?) and his fondness for the creatures.
He seems surprised that Caesar would even think that he might not take care of the dog. ]
Of course. I have taken him on as my responsibility so I assumed nothing less.
[ Lord, why does he, a grown man, feel like he's being spoken to as though he's an errant child? ]
You will be barely aware of his presence soon enough, I'm sure of it.
[ Uh huh, sure, Jonathan. For the Shiba Inu's part it continues to look and act completely delighted by the surroundings he's found himself in, as well as the two beefy men in it.
Particularly when Caesar finally deigns to give him eye contact. It yips, excitedly, then spins around a little on the spot. ]
[Caesar doesn't doubt this particular man's resolve to see through and care for the creature.
The issue is the dorm is small, the dog is another mouth to feed, and-
It spins on the wooden floor-little claws tapping against the ground with its excitable twist.
It's cute.
Caesar hardens his expression and crosses his arms over his chest to avoid petting it. They're getting rid of the dog. It's not staying. It's not staying.]
You Joestars don't accept no for an answer, do you? Is that a genetic trait or have I just been the lucky one to meet the most stubborn of your family?
[ Jonathan has no such reserve around cute cute dog now that he knows the creature is at least permitted to stay for the time being. He kneels, patting his knee so that the dog immediately responds by charging in his direction, pawing at his lap and clearly wanting to play or attention, or just all of the above.
WELL IF THE GRUMPY BLONDE MAN WON'T PET HIM...
Jonathan definitely will. He chuckles softly, half at Caesar's remarks and half at little doggo's tail wagging so hard at the ear scratches Jonathan is now giving him that he look as though he might take off into the air. ]
I have been known for being rather singular-minded in my goals. [ Understatement. Try dragging half a dozen men across a rugby field while they try and stop you. ]
Not disappointed. Irritated, mostly, that he's been played so easily to keep a dog in this tiny dorm, even if it's only until the man finds a new home for it.
Something that will take awhile, judging by the way he scratches the top of its head. There's a clear bond and one that's going to be frustrating to break up.]
I can tell. [And now that the creature is clearly here for awhile-] Take it out for a walk and get some food. You can't care for it properly without the right supplies.
We already had quite a lengthy walk on the way back here. [ Not that the energetic little dog seems any less tired for it. ]
You are right though, I've quite a lot to get for him. [ A possible alternative then occurs to him - he honestly looks so genuinely pleased at the prospect, as though he couldn't possibly think of a more wonderful idea...: ]
Perhaps he could stay here with you so the two of you can get to know each other? I shan't be gone long.
Do you have cotton in your ears, Joestar? I said I'm not taking care of your dog. That includes babysitting.
[Five minutes is too long-he has better things to do than to sit around entertaining a wild dog while its owner is off galivanting around the supermarket. The man's too friendly to avoid conversation-that short trip is going to much longer than he predicts. Caesar knows that.]
[ Jonathan's expression... Well, he looks pretty crestfallen at the idea that his roommate could possibly not want to spend time with a dog. His eyes are almost as big and trusting as the canine now parking its fluffy rear on the ground and looking up at Caesar again. ]
But he hardly needs watching. He just likes company.
[ Also....... ]
...And truth be told I was hoping to call in on Erina briefly...
[ COME ON, CAESAR, BE A BRO.
Also, yeah, he's not completely naive. There is a dim hope that the mention of a lady being involved might soften this grouch somewhat. ]
One that Caesar falls for because he is, first and foremost, not in the business of ruining relationships. He was Mark's wingman until he found a beauty of his own and Jonathan-
Isn't an asshole. Doesn't have the same shitty demeanor as his grandson and if the most egregious crime he's committed is bringing an unwanted dog home then so be it.
He stares at the man-rips his gaze away to look at the panting, tail wagging burden instead and-]
[ Aw, but look at how pleased you've made this JoJo, Caesar. He's smiling as he straightens up and readies himself to go as quickly as possible in case his grouchy roommate changes his mind. ]
I will! Thank you, Caesar! I shall owe you a favour in return.
[ Of course he's going to take a moment to fuss his dog once more on the way out and- ]
Best behave yourself, little fellow, but I'm sure you will.
[ As for the tail wagging burden himself-- well-
Neither of them know it yet but Shiba Inu are a particularly odd and fussy breed. The dog is currently making several connections in its doggy head, most of them revolving around that Jonathan is a Good Human. Therefore any human who slightly resembles Jonathan is a Good Human. Jonathan is tall and beefy. Caesar is also tall and beefy- not to such an extent as Jonathan is but enough that the dog has designated him as also Good. Good means follow him around and stick close as much as possible!!
Basically, have fun, Caesar. Because this cute fluffy tippy-toe tapping nightmare thinks you're the best thing ever now that his owner is gone. ]
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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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He doesn't know enough about to Jonathan to figure out if this dog was truly in dire straits or if he was played by someone trying to pass on their problems to another-he has the feeling it was the latter.
Caesar looks down at the rascal when it begins to yip, yip, yip for attention and extends a finger towards it. No!!]
Knock it off and you-
[The finger raises right back to point at Grandpa Joestar!!!]
Where did you get the dog? I'll take it back myself if you're too soft-hearted to do it.
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[ The pup quiets down, but he's still sitting at the blonde's feet, curly fluffy tail thwacking madly against the floor as he looks up at Caesar. Look at him, Caesar. ]
Dogs are good judges of character. [ JUST THROWING OUT KINDLY COMPLIMENTS, like the good Jonathan he is.
But his smiling expression quickly changes to dismay when Caesar talks about taking the dog back. ]
Surely you wouldn't! His owner didn't want him anymore- he didn't seem to care for the little fellow at all.
Why not just let him stay for a few days and see if you feel differently?
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[Caesar's never had a pet, let alone a dog, but he can't imagine the thought process goes beyond an animalistic desire to eat and have shelter. Anyone with two functioning braincells can provide that.
But he isn't interested in condemning the beast to a hard life with someone who doesn't like him. They'll find another home for him-Jonathan will find another home for it.
He lets out an irritated huff-something the dog mistakes as a sneeze and it lets out its own doggy snort in turn.
Caesar looks offended and finally sets his eyes on the tail wagging, fluffy nightmare this Joestar has bestowed on him.]
He can stay until you find a suitable home. You'll be the one to walk him, feed him, and bathe him until then, capisce?
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[ It's obvious that he's speaking from both experience (tinged with a little sadness perhaps?) and his fondness for the creatures.
He seems surprised that Caesar would even think that he might not take care of the dog. ]
Of course. I have taken him on as my responsibility so I assumed nothing less.
[ Lord, why does he, a grown man, feel like he's being spoken to as though he's an errant child? ]
You will be barely aware of his presence soon enough, I'm sure of it.
[ Uh huh, sure, Jonathan. For the Shiba Inu's part it continues to look and act completely delighted by the surroundings he's found himself in, as well as the two beefy men in it.
Particularly when Caesar finally deigns to give him eye contact. It yips, excitedly, then spins around a little on the spot. ]
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The issue is the dorm is small, the dog is another mouth to feed, and-
It spins on the wooden floor-little claws tapping against the ground with its excitable twist.
It's cute.
Caesar hardens his expression and crosses his arms over his chest to avoid petting it. They're getting rid of the dog. It's not staying. It's not staying.]
You Joestars don't accept no for an answer, do you? Is that a genetic trait or have I just been the lucky one to meet the most stubborn of your family?
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WELL IF THE GRUMPY BLONDE MAN WON'T PET HIM...
Jonathan definitely will. He chuckles softly, half at Caesar's remarks and half at little doggo's tail wagging so hard at the ear scratches Jonathan is now giving him that he look as though he might take off into the air. ]
I have been known for being rather singular-minded in my goals. [ Understatement. Try dragging half a dozen men across a rugby field while they try and stop you. ]
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Not disappointed. Irritated, mostly, that he's been played so easily to keep a dog in this tiny dorm, even if it's only until the man finds a new home for it.
Something that will take awhile, judging by the way he scratches the top of its head. There's a clear bond and one that's going to be frustrating to break up.]
I can tell. [And now that the creature is clearly here for awhile-] Take it out for a walk and get some food. You can't care for it properly without the right supplies.
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You are right though, I've quite a lot to get for him. [ A possible alternative then occurs to him - he honestly looks so genuinely pleased at the prospect, as though he couldn't possibly think of a more wonderful idea...: ]
Perhaps he could stay here with you so the two of you can get to know each other? I shan't be gone long.
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[Five minutes is too long-he has better things to do than to sit around entertaining a wild dog while its owner is off galivanting around the supermarket. The man's too friendly to avoid conversation-that short trip is going to much longer than he predicts. Caesar knows that.]
Take him with you.
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But he hardly needs watching. He just likes company.
[ Also....... ]
...And truth be told I was hoping to call in on Erina briefly...
[ COME ON, CAESAR, BE A BRO.
Also, yeah, he's not completely naive. There is a dim hope that the mention of a lady being involved might soften this grouch somewhat. ]
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One that Caesar falls for because he is, first and foremost, not in the business of ruining relationships. He was Mark's wingman until he found a beauty of his own and Jonathan-
Isn't an asshole. Doesn't have the same shitty demeanor as his grandson and if the most egregious crime he's committed is bringing an unwanted dog home then so be it.
He stares at the man-rips his gaze away to look at the panting, tail wagging burden instead and-]
Fine. Be quick about it.
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I will! Thank you, Caesar! I shall owe you a favour in return.
[ Of course he's going to take a moment to fuss his dog once more on the way out and- ]
Best behave yourself, little fellow, but I'm sure you will.
[ As for the tail wagging burden himself-- well-
Neither of them know it yet but Shiba Inu are a particularly odd and fussy breed. The dog is currently making several connections in its doggy head, most of them revolving around that Jonathan is a Good Human. Therefore any human who slightly resembles Jonathan is a Good Human. Jonathan is tall and beefy. Caesar is also tall and beefy- not to such an extent as Jonathan is but enough that the dog has designated him as also Good. Good means follow him around and stick close as much as possible!!
Basically, have fun, Caesar. Because this cute fluffy tippy-toe tapping nightmare thinks you're the best thing ever now that his owner is gone. ]