[Bizarre-that's his first thought when he opens the door. The living room is devoid of the typical hulking behemoth that usually haunts these hallowed grounds-one usually with a bone to pick and crumbs scattered around his body like a summoning circle.
The apartment is clean. Not "clean" with all the verbal quotations Caesar manages to voice when he's harassing JoJo to get better at these domestic chores.
It is legitimately spotless. Sparkling. It looks brand new.
He waits for the metaphorical ball to drop as he explores the unit for signs of mischief hidden under this facade. There are stories about wishes going wrong, monkey's paws and he suddenly, vividly, remembers every single one he heard as a child.
And then he spots him and all the tension in his shoulders relaxes-JoJo's not hiding in a closet somewhere or pulling some kind of invisible ploy. He's in front of him, sound asleep, relaxed on the edge of his bed-as if he's been banished to his own room. Caesar doesn't recall doing that in recent days.]
I didn't think you had it in you.
[He has, for the first time in his life, zero complaints about the state of affairs in his living space. It's a miracle and he bestows on JoJo the gift of not punching him awake. Instead-
His fingers grip the edge of the comforter, pulling it upwards to cover at least half the body of his companion. Whatever spurred this? He doesn't know. Maybe the man finally had a change of heart.]
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The apartment is clean. Not "clean" with all the verbal quotations Caesar manages to voice when he's harassing JoJo to get better at these domestic chores.
It is legitimately spotless. Sparkling. It looks brand new.
He waits for the metaphorical ball to drop as he explores the unit for signs of mischief hidden under this facade. There are stories about wishes going wrong, monkey's paws and he suddenly, vividly, remembers every single one he heard as a child.
And then he spots him and all the tension in his shoulders relaxes-JoJo's not hiding in a closet somewhere or pulling some kind of invisible ploy. He's in front of him, sound asleep, relaxed on the edge of his bed-as if he's been banished to his own room. Caesar doesn't recall doing that in recent days.]
I didn't think you had it in you.
[He has, for the first time in his life, zero complaints about the state of affairs in his living space. It's a miracle and he bestows on JoJo the gift of not punching him awake. Instead-
His fingers grip the edge of the comforter, pulling it upwards to cover at least half the body of his companion. Whatever spurred this? He doesn't know. Maybe the man finally had a change of heart.]