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[Those rough fingers press into his hips-a gentle touch, one that doesn't hold any familiarity to the bruise inducing grip he's used to. Nothing like the intense hold that would preface them throwing one another face first into the ground.

The motion is soothing-feels like it's rubbing away an age old wound he didn't know existed. He allows it because it's nice. Because it's quiet. Because it's a reminder that he is alive to feel those fingertips press against his bare flesh and stare down at his best friend who did accomplish everything Caesar hoped he would.

Maybe it's okay, then, to give him a bit of a break.

Not that he's about to let the man know their hamon training is cut short and that all it took was a little massage against his hips. He's sure JoJo's mouth will ruin it soon enough anyway.]

Wishing away hard work won't change the outcome. Do you think I'm so easily swayed? That I won't forget your antics this morning?

[He moves to ruffle that brunet hair again, his hand mussing the front and instead of pulling back-

He starts to brush his hand through it again-a rhythmic pattern to match the fingers moving against his skin.]

Your ploy won't work against me. You should know that by now.

[ Despite the words that are coming from Caesar's mouth, his actions are obviously betraying him. Everything about this moment and action screams that this isn't going to be cut short and that he's going to be bullied into training any second now. Maybe he's letting his guard down early, but this situation felt like it was easing in his direction. He won't gloat over it and wreck the whole thing, instead he'll be complacent and "agree" to Caesar's strictness. ]

I'd never dream of you forgetting anything I've done.

[ Is that sass? Arrogance? Yes. All of it. He knows he leaves his impression on Caesar for better or worse and he won't pretend otherwise. He also wouldn't change what he did this morning even slightly. It was fun and unexpected, just like his normal MO.

The problem for Caesar, though, is that he knows his ploys do work against him when he isn't fucking himself over. Intentionally, normally, but where would life be fun without fucking with Caesar? It'd be too boring pandering to him constantly. ]

Not a one. Remind yourself of that every time you pull some inane trick. One day you might reach the end of my patience. It's not as limitless as our Coach's you know.

[The mirth in his tone overrides any serious implication those words have. JoJo, somehow, through some arcane force has smashed through any previous limits Caesar has set. Every stupid prank, every seemingly foolish plan-they surprise him again and again. Entice him again and again. Pull him back in again and again.

Every time he puts up a wall, that barrier is smashed down-it's as if his mental fortitude is a bunch of legos that JoJo's clackers topple with the flick of the wrist. It's nothing in the face of someone this powerful-he can't deny it. Stubborn, foolish, quick wit that moves too fast for his own and a quick temper that follows. Caesar can't think of a worse friend.

He taps the man's skull with the tip of his finger, tiny bit of hamon and all, hoping the action irritates him.

And pulls both hands back to the fingers pressed into his hips, covering them up with the intent to pull them off, but-

They hover there instead as he straightens his posture to sit upright and straddle the body under him.]

You can't lay here all day.

Maybe not, but I'm curious to see how far it'll go.

[ If he's fully honest, he doesn't think Caesar has that much patience in general, unless it's over a pretty lady. Even so, he has faith that they'll be fine. They've already had the worst fight they could ever imagine having with the worst possible results and now that they're giving a second chance, he's pretty sure neither of them will push it that far. And even if they did, they'd somehow recover and come back from it.

He watches every little motion from Caesar, almost as if he's a man entranced. For a split second, he is jostled from it with that hamon spark, but he shakes his annoyance off quickly because it's not worth retaliating over right this second.

Both of his hands move to rest on Caesar's thighs, staring up at him. The edge of his lips twitch a little, the grin spreading easily. ]

Yeah? What did you have in mind to stop me?

[Can anyone really stop Joseph Joestar? Caesar has his doubts it's possible for anyone but him, and even that's proving to be difficult day to day. It won't stop him from making every attempt to corral the wayward fool though.

An opportunity presents itself with the hands on his thighs-wandering close enough that he understands the intention. Isn't against it in the slightest, even if the area is too open for his liking.

He's not an animal though. Taking a romp tangled up in branches and bushes is beyond him. The blanket is where he plans to stay and-

It doesn't matter anyway. Control is an art he's perfected. He won't be lured by wandering hands, instead-

He'll do the luring-will redirect his focus and conquer this indomitable man.]

You want me to spoil the surprise? Don't you have any patience?

[ Honestly, that probably just narrows down the targets and limits most of his shenanigans to Caesar himself. Not that he doesn't harass others, it's just Caesar is the prime target, for better or worse.

Even if this is open, Joseph did check to see if people really visited this area. It was on the secluded side and unless someone got really lost, people really didn't come out here often. That's probably part of what gives it its appeal.

And for some reason, the almost taboo nature of it felt exciting. Surely Caesar would come to understand that. He is, after all, a former nasty crime boy.

But even if nothing nefarious happens, Joseph is honestly just happy to be out here relaxing with him. He didn't bring Caesar out here to have sex with him, but to relax and take this day as a break from everything. It was a terrible day back home, but it didn't mean it had to be a terrible one here. ]

I should be saying that last line to you. [ He teases softly. ] But of course I have patience. Guess I'll just have to wait and see what you have up your sleeve for once.

For once.

[He repeats, like that's the most ridiculous statement he's ever heard.

But even he can't deny between the two of them, JoJo is the one full of surprises, of wild claims and ideas, a driving force of action behind change no one ever asked for.

He leans back, pulling his upper body by the front of his shirt until they're close and-

Presses a light kiss against the tip of his nose-a tender action that's not common between the two of them, but it fits the scene, the backdrop, the whatever scenario JoJo's trying to fulfill.]

We'll see if you can follow through.

Don't you have any faith in me?

[ Joseph can't really help the smile from the nose-kiss. It's kind of... adorable, actually. He won't say that because it'll just piss Caesar off and ruin the honey sweet mood they have right now. The very, very rare gentle moment.

There's a light kiss he plants on Caesar's chin in return for that tender motion. ]

Have at it, then.

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