[It feels like he's being overpowered-crushed by the blinding glow from the sea of yellow expanding across the field. It's breathtaking. Stunning. A sight he's never witnessed and somehow, the lackluster flower displays in town no longer hold the same appeal in the wake of this new image.
It's that sincerity. That candor. That bizarre Joestar trait that surprises him with its frankness and stirs that something like-
Well, he doesn't want to touch that thought. He ties it up and lets it sink to the bottom of the metaphorical emotional ocean.
That doesn't stop his chest from swelling with warmth, as if hamon itself is bubbling in his soul at the sight.
And then he speaks-says Happy Birthday like it's only natural he knows what day it is, when Caesar knows the date has never passed his lips. It's never been a topic. Only Lisa Lisa and Suzi knew-a testament to his Father's time there, he imagines.]
What a gamble.
[There's an airy, relaxed exhale that follows-his hand pressing into the sloppy mess of brunet hair behind him to ruffle.]
Is there ever a time you don't have a trick up your sleeve?
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It's that sincerity. That candor. That bizarre Joestar trait that surprises him with its frankness and stirs that something like-
Well, he doesn't want to touch that thought. He ties it up and lets it sink to the bottom of the metaphorical emotional ocean.
That doesn't stop his chest from swelling with warmth, as if hamon itself is bubbling in his soul at the sight.
And then he speaks-says Happy Birthday like it's only natural he knows what day it is, when Caesar knows the date has never passed his lips. It's never been a topic. Only Lisa Lisa and Suzi knew-a testament to his Father's time there, he imagines.]
What a gamble.
[There's an airy, relaxed exhale that follows-his hand pressing into the sloppy mess of brunet hair behind him to ruffle.]
Is there ever a time you don't have a trick up your sleeve?