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[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.]

[ If Caesar thought that Joseph would actually remain asleep and unmoving when he came in, he has another thing coming to him. Or, perhaps, he never was actually asleep in the first place and just resting to spring a trap on Caesar when he comes home. So, the moment that Caesar tries to drape the blanket over him, Joseph reaches out and drags him into bed with him. Are these cuddles aggressive? Sure are. ]

You underestimate me.

[ His voice is quiet and he nuzzles Caesar's ear softly as he snuggles him close. This probably won't last long, but maybe he'll get a temporary pass from how clean and proper the entire apartment is. At least, until the reason he did it comes out. ]

[This is suspicious. Being dragged into bed isn't the worst end to this scenario and his first thought is JoJo did this to get an easy romp out of him before dinner.

It's not like it doesn't partially endear him to it, but still. He has standards and scruples-he can't be seduced by a pristine apartment. Not right away.

He does, however, allow this snuggle fest to continue and let the man burrow into his body like he's a weird gopher. It takes only a second for him to let one barely free arm to rest against JoJo's hip.]

You're right-I have been to lenient on you. Now that I know this is a standard you can attain easily.

Easily? Nah. Don't expect this again.

[ But whatever. He's not going to let that argument linger. He has other things for Caesar to be pissed about and he just wants to come clean. Maybe it'll also put the fear of god in Caesar that any time the house is spotless there might be something wrong, so he shouldn't just take nice things easily like that.

...Not that Joseph only does nice things to make up for something bad, but no reason to make Caesar assume he's always up for deep cleaning.

But no, messing around isn't in his plans right now. He just needs to come clean. He doesn't feel guilty or any remorse for what he did, but he does have some annoyance over being caught. And before some random jackass ruins things, he'll be upfront about his antics. ]

Your suspicions on those messages were right. The government here doesn't keep that close of an eye on things that they'd be sending you a personalized message like that. It's called a scam.

Is this place full of crooks and thugs? This device has been nothing but a headache.

[It's less of a question, more of an exasperated statement. This sudden confirmation of his woes enough to make him want to crush the phone in his bare hands, but-

It doesn't explain all this.

Finding out he was scammed isn't worth all this effort, unless JoJo really thinks he's emotionally weak or-

He has something to do with it. Caesar's already bristling-the anticipation brimming in his gut and explosive words ready on the tip of his tongue.]

And how do you know all this, JoJo?

[ He expects a full tongue lashing and other such nonsense. Hell, even to be kicked out of the apartment. But whatever. His fun was over and ruined by some random jackass who apparently doesn't like fun.

Joseph idly waves his hand with a sigh. ]

I sent all that junk mail to you. You can change your display name pretty easy around here.

[The elbow that moves into JoJo's chest is swift and he won't be the least bit upset if it breaks a rib.

It won't. The idiot's too sturdy to get an injury like that from wrestling on the bed, but boy he's tempted to do it again and-

He does. Immediately after the first elbow, the second comes with more force.]

Of course it was you. It's always you. You're-

[There are so many insults resting on his tongue that come at such a rapid pace he can't sputter one out.

Well, time to elbow him for a third time.]

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