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« zeppeli » TEXT ✧ AUDIO ✧ VIDEO ✧ ACTIONCaesar Zeppeli ✦ jjba RESIDENCE ✦ EMERALD DISTRICT with Joseph Joestar
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Enter.
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[He's trying so hard okay!! Where's the tutorial for this thing????]
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ACTION
Within 0.1 second of that message flickering across his screen, he throws open his door with a dramatic huff and-]
JoJo!
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Yes, Caesar?
[ This tone is an innocent one. ]
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[Look, he's going to give him the benefit of the doubt for all of [one] whole ass second. Not even JoJo could make stupid characters like that and-
He extends a hand, palm open and ready to get The Horrible Device from him.]
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I don't think you know the definition of hacking if you think me sending you messages is hacking.
[ Not even going to deny this one bit. ]
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He was prepared for a long, drawn out argument about it and a fight over the device that's now resting against his chest.]
What were those odd things? Don't send weird stuff just because you can.
[And you know? Phone privileges are still revoked. He reaches forward in an attempt to grab it right off him.]
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[ HE GRIPS ONTO HIS PHONE, THOUGH, he is going to have to pry it from his dead hands. ]
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Just say what you want-don't send those. I've never known you to shut your mouth before.
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[ Cue him trying to curl around the phone and thus around Caesar's hand. HE WON'T GIVE UP THIS EASILY, EITHER. ]
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[Are they gonna fight over this phone?? Really? The man curls and Caesar twists with him, raising a knee to press against his gut to push him back.]
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[ He's still holding on tight. MY PHONE, NOT YOURS. His determination is heightening. He won't let Caesar just have his phone. ]
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He smacks JoJo's chest hard with the back of his hand, hoping the shock loosens his grip.]
Not as badly as my hand will if you don't let go.
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...This is going to end very poorly and he's going to be tasting his own blood soon, for sure. ]
No, I won't!
[ The sound is muffled around Caesar's skin. ]
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Of all the unexpected bullshit Caesar was trying to come up with in order to beat this asshole at his own game, he did not expect to be bitten like he's a rabid dog.
It hurts-those teeth sink into his flesh and his arm slacks to meet the abrupt burst of pain, but he shakes it off. They trained too long for that minor attack to take him down.]
Are you an animal?
[You know what?? Now he gets a punch to the gut with a hamon infused fist. Screw you!!]
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And what if I am?!
[ He yells that back as he tries to keep his hold on his phone and attempt to kick Caesar off of him. If he's going to pull out the heavy hitting, he's not going to hold back on fighting back by any means possible. Fuck this guy. ]
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[Are they really doing this? Here?? Now??? Over a phone?
Yes, they are and Caesar is aware of the utter stupidity of this fight, even as he refuses to relent from his position.
JoJo bit him. He's not going to let sleeping dogs lie, or in this case, sleeping, obnoxious bastards.
The kick hits him square in the chest-noticeably disrupting his breathing, but he doesn't recoil, doesn't back up, doesn't loosen his grip or twist away. Instead-
He tries to maneuver his body until he's on him-tries to pin his legs down between his thighs and sit on his stomach. It'll give him an easier target to punch if he can successfully get there.]
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[ Joseph doesn't actually mean any of that, but also, tormenting Caesar and pissing him off by being contrary is really great. This was one of those moments where he knows he's being a fool, but he doesn't really care since Caesar's reactions are perfect.
For a moment, he debates his next move and in a surprising twist, he drops the phone, giving up the item to get his hand free. In one swoop, he moves his hand to Caesar's shirt and pulls him down close, getting right up in his face to see what type of reaction Caesar would have. They'd been close before, but it was never without his mask on and he wanted to test some of his own... feelings(??) out here. ]
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Not this. Not this at all.
The phone falls with a thump against the man's chest and it doesn't matter that he's won that particular battle because the war is ongoing and the enemy commander is a fiend in his own right.
Caesar, for a single moment, doesn't breathe-he waits, listens for the telltale sound of hamon flowing into the man's body, only to instead hear the rapid beat of his own thumping instead. Riled up from the sudden battle, most likely. It's not because of this.
It does succeed in doing [1] thing and that's stopping the rampaging Italian in his tracks.
He can see through his ploy-if this is one. It's probably one. It can't be anything but one.
His chin tilts up in mock confidence, his gaze twists to stare down at the man instead of looking directly into his eyes.]
I'll deny you everything. You've been spoiled your whole life-it's about time someone told you no.