The implication behind the true nature of this gift isn't subtle and-
It's at that moment Caesar realizes what they've gotten themselves into. An understanding that hits him like punch shared between bitter rivals on a stony seaside cliff. JoJo's talking about a house of their own, as if they're a couple. Like this is the next step in their relationship-
One that doesn't exist. It never has. There's no deep meaning behind their living arrangements-they were together in Air Supplena and it was only natural to follow suit here. To keep JoJo out of all the trouble he was prone to getting involved in. Everything else that followed-
Was a product of stress and an unfocused passion-it's something he can't describe because it's impossible to put any sort of name to what they're doing. He doesn't know either and that ignorance is blossoming to a head now. The consequences of all their afternoons together twisting their relationship into an amalgamation of something real.
But those lips against his ear remind him why this escalated from day one and his fingers grip the locks-an unintentional, automatic reaction. It's a gentle tug that pulls him away and gives him the room to stare at JoJo's expression.
This isn't a trick. It's not a ploy. It's an earnest, genuine request and it makes sense, in the grand scheme of things.
Makes sense to live alone instead of bothering their neighbors. JoJo's stream room could be bigger and further away from their sleeping quarters. The fresh air and silence in this section of land more enticing than the loud roads outside the free apartments. It's the fact he wants to be somewhere else, but-
Not alone. He wants to be somewhere else with him.
Another realization he shoves into the emotional suitcase to deal with another day.]
JoJo-
You know what that means, don't you? You aren't as ignorant as you appear-building a house together implies more than you might intend.
[He's earnest at times and while Caesar once thought him a complete moron in any area of romance, he's finding that to be a skill JoJo has excelled at in rapid time.
His lips brush the side of his cheek and in a dry, almost teasing tone, he adds-]
Even if I'm sure the neighbors would enjoy not hearing you through the walls anymore.
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The implication behind the true nature of this gift isn't subtle and-
It's at that moment Caesar realizes what they've gotten themselves into. An understanding that hits him like punch shared between bitter rivals on a stony seaside cliff. JoJo's talking about a house of their own, as if they're a couple. Like this is the next step in their relationship-
One that doesn't exist. It never has. There's no deep meaning behind their living arrangements-they were together in Air Supplena and it was only natural to follow suit here. To keep JoJo out of all the trouble he was prone to getting involved in. Everything else that followed-
Was a product of stress and an unfocused passion-it's something he can't describe because it's impossible to put any sort of name to what they're doing. He doesn't know either and that ignorance is blossoming to a head now. The consequences of all their afternoons together twisting their relationship into an amalgamation of something real.
But those lips against his ear remind him why this escalated from day one and his fingers grip the locks-an unintentional, automatic reaction. It's a gentle tug that pulls him away and gives him the room to stare at JoJo's expression.
This isn't a trick. It's not a ploy. It's an earnest, genuine request and it makes sense, in the grand scheme of things.
Makes sense to live alone instead of bothering their neighbors. JoJo's stream room could be bigger and further away from their sleeping quarters. The fresh air and silence in this section of land more enticing than the loud roads outside the free apartments. It's the fact he wants to be somewhere else, but-
Not alone. He wants to be somewhere else with him.
Another realization he shoves into the emotional suitcase to deal with another day.]
JoJo-
You know what that means, don't you? You aren't as ignorant as you appear-building a house together implies more than you might intend.
[He's earnest at times and while Caesar once thought him a complete moron in any area of romance, he's finding that to be a skill JoJo has excelled at in rapid time.
His lips brush the side of his cheek and in a dry, almost teasing tone, he adds-]
Even if I'm sure the neighbors would enjoy not hearing you through the walls anymore.