Venus, Venus

Never say never Caesarino. It’s better to be safe than sorry.

[He leaned away somewhat as she pinched his cheeks, causing him to wince and flail at her actions. Joseph however, quickly changed in his expression– grinning slightly as she mentioning having another kid.]

– Annoying?! But you liked it! See, even bringin’ up having a kid…– Heh. Y’know. Maybe we can go for kid number two? I mean it is just you and me. Plus we really haven’t done stuff in a while…

If either of us lived by that philosophy, we wouldn’t be here now.

...Jojo. Your grandmother-- ...Isn’t she very religious? ...Isn’t there some stigma about...you know... not waiting until marriage for children? Are you trying to make your grandmother think your future wife is a heathen? Always pregnant and unmarried. ...Perhaps curb your enthusiasm until we are married.

You’ve done enough of that already! Anyways, engines are dangerous! One little mistake and bam! I’m a widower! No way.

[He spoke in between kisses, pausing every here and there. After a few minutes he stopped, laying his head on the blonde’s shoulder.]

I flicked it at you ‘cause you were disturbing the peace.— But honestly, I’m glad we’re together. I’d rather have you as my wife than my rival. ‘Cause then I can do this.

[Joseph reached over, playfully pinching her sides.]

Joestar Secret Affection Attack!

I’m gonna make the most of it right now! It’s just you and me, you can sure as hell I’m gonna take advantage of this rare moment when it’s just you and me!

Luckily for you, I don’t make mistakes. ...When it comes to engines.

[She was rather pleased as he rested on her shoulder, taking the time to gently brush her fingers through his hair to help him relax. ...Though it didn’t seem to do much given that only a few moments later, he decided to move around again. As he pinched her, she screeched in response and began to tug at his cheeks in annoyance.]

That wasn’t affection! That was being annoying!

No way. Take up some other hobby? Like cooking. Or comic books.

[He continued twirling her for a few more seconds before he placed her on the bed– plopping himself right besides her as he wrapped his arms around her, bombarding her with kisses.]

Mmm, you’ve always been my cute Caesar. Even from the day we first met– my cute shitty little Caesar.

We’ll spend as much time as we can right now– and even more when we start livin’ together.

I don’t understand comic books. And I can cook already. I want to work on engines.

[As he made himself comfortable next to her and wrapped his arms around her, she felt rather content. Until he wouldn’t stop kissing her. He was practically smothering her.]

I don’t think I was your anything when we first met. Except your rival, really. You snotty brat. I remember when you tried to flick pasta at me.

Something that doesn’t involve doing a job! You’re suited to be a housewife–you’re cute like one and you can just take care of the bunch of kids we’re gonna have! No one’s telling you to stay in the house forever! I just don’t want you working!

I told you I’m not goin’ over there and I wasn’t gonna spend time with you if all we were gonna do is argue and fight and potentially bre–

[His yelling seemed to stop all together as he made the realization of what she’d said. Caesar was.. going to move here with him? She was going to marry him? Joseph remained frozen for a moment before rushing towards her– lifting her up into his arms as he twirled her around.]

You….. You seriously mean it?!

Ahahaha…….. Ah, Caesar! My cute Caesar! I love you! I’m super happy! I love you so much! 

Then I’ll be a mechanic for free. Then it’s not working. It’s a hobby.

[As he scooped her up into his arms and spun, she groaned, gently smacking at his shoulder in protest. She preferred the laying in bed part of this. Much less squeezing involved.]

...Che. Now I’m your cute Caesar, hm? You’re so-- ...You’re so annoying. And frustrating. And stubborn. And a brute. And big. And hulking. And--

...I love you too.

No! What the hell Caesar?! No! I don’t want you to work! You worked your ass off enough! You’re supposed to rest while I make the money– that.. That pisses me off?! What did I say when we got back together? I was supposed to take care of you! So just let me do that and stop bein’ so damn difficult!

When Vitalia goes to school you can chill at home and listen to your cheesy Italian music and read a book!

[He was angry, the tone of his voice making it obvious. Why was it so hard for her to just take it easy and let him give her a carefree life, one that she deserved so much?]

I understand! I understand that you’re bein’ a real pain in the ass! It’s an option! You think I went to Italy from the get go with an intention to live there? I just went there to fix all the crap that happened back then! New York is my home.

Honestly… you’re bein’ pretty foolish already. You stayed outside, fully knowing I wouldn’t change my mind. 

[Reaching over, he began pulling at the covers in an attempt to get her to look at him.]

So if you got all that! Go back home Caesar! ‘Cause I’ve got no intention of leavin’ at all!

I don’t know what to do otherwise! I’m not suited to be a housewife, Jojo! I can clean and cook-- but if I’m expected to stay in the home forever, I’ll go stir crazy! I want to work! Not for money, but to keep myself sane!

...I stayed outside because I didn’t want to go back to Italy without you. And you wouldn’t let me inside to spend time with you.

[As he pulled at the covers, she let go of them, sitting up in the bed. She wasn’t yelling as much as she normally would. Her expression was softer than normal, though it took much effort on her part.]

Do I-- ...Do I need to spell it out? You’re making this difficult. I’ve agreed to your terms. I intend to get Vitalia and bring her here if you still want to marry me.

No… I mean maybe– I mean.. well! You’re gonna be my wife and I’ll be makin’ the money so maybe? You can be the housewife who cleans and cooks and kicks those annoying door to door salesmens’ asses!

[He moved closer, pointing an accusatory finger in her direction.]

And marrying you is a maybe too! Because I intend to live here and if you can’t live here next to my granny then maybe we can’t get married! I do love you I never said I don’t! And I wanna spend time with you too but not if you’re gonna be an asshole about things!

The answer is simple, you and Vitalia have to come over here! So is it a yes or no?!

No. I will be the wife, yes. And when Vitalia begins to attend school, I intend to get a job. As a mechanic.

[She groaned. He was still on that?]

...I don’t see why you don’t understand. It’s not an option. It’s clear that if I want to be with you, I must just...pick up my life and move. It’s already decided. Unless you decide not to marry me. If so, let me know now so I can stop looking foolish for no reason.

I don’t need to learn. Anyways, if you don’t wanna get out of the bed then stop complainin’.

[Although he didn’t admit it, hearing her say being under those sheets wasn’t the worst because they smelled like himself somewhat was pretty cute of her.]

No one told you to hang around outside. You should just go back to Italy– Vitalia probably misses her mum.

...You do need to learn. You intend to marry me, yes? Do you expect me to do all of your laundry?

[Caesar huffed, sinking further into the sheets, away from view.]

I came to spend time with you and regain your love.

And now you are eager to send me back?

[Two seconds in and already a complaint. As she stormed towards the bedroom and inside the covers, he follower– arms crossed as he stood besides the bed.]

Give me a break! I don’t know how to wash and the lady who does my laundry was sick so she didn’t come yesterday! If you’ve got a complaint feel free to leave back to Italy!

Then I’ll teach you how. It’s something you’ll need to learn and do for yourself sometimes. But for now, I don’t want to get out of the bed. The sheets might smell-- but they also smell of you, a little. So it’s not the worst.

[She grumbled, kicking the sheets as she struggled to wrap herself up in them.]

[Eventually he gives in, opening his door wide open.]

Hey. You’re gonna freeze to death so come in.

...!!

[Caesar stormed in before he could change his mind, and promptly ran to the bedroom, taking time only to slip of her shoes before diving under the covers for warmth. She decided she really didn’t like America. It was cold and awful.]

Yeah it’s my house because you declined my offer!– In fact, you know what! I lied. I’m not gonna throw you out in the street.. I’m callin’ the family driver and havin’ him take you to the airport! I’m gonna get you a ticket back asap!

No man is gonna take a  rude lady like you away, ‘cause I’m sending ya back home!

Jojo. Did you forget the first time we met? When I was giving that woman a gift-- Surely you’ve noticed I’m very charming. Some man on the plane may notice too.

Then before you know it, I’ve been kidnapped and never heard from again-- all because my husband wouldn’t let me stay the night and sleep in  our bed. I’m very tired, you know.

– Jesus! Hey! Will you stop that?!

[He grunted as she began to kick and flail, shaking her around a bit in an attempt to stop her.]

I’m not gonna let you stay in my house if all you’re gonna do is say shitty things! I’m throwin’ you in front of the city and letting you find your own way back!

[A yelp escaped him as she pulled his hair, causing him to reach back and pinch her in response.]

Say sorry! And I’ll consider lettin’ ya stay!

...

[Ugh. That didn’t feel too good. Definitely nauseating.]

...Your house?! I thought it was going to be OUR house! Fine! Throw me to the graces of a city I don’t even know! I’m not afraid to sleep in the street!

I never said my wife is a good person. Anyways, you really make me mad sometimes Caesar.  I’m tryna do nice stuff but instead you get all angry and difficult on me.

– And that’s cause you did! You were like ooh! Dumb people blah blah! You just like talkin’ shit! I don’t wanna fight you but the way you keep runnin’ your mouth I’ll throw you into a water fountain and make you cry!

You came here by yourself, you can go back by yourself! I’ll pay for your ticket– so just stop crying! I should be crying, you’re the one who’s gotta make everything so hard!

[He reached over, seemingly going to stroke her cheek– but stopped, standing up before tossing her over his shoulder.]

Outta the house ya go Caesar!

[As he handled her roughly, she shouted in response, beginning to kick and flail.]

Tch! Put me down! I-- I’m not going back for a few days! Do you expect me to sleep outside until I leave?! I’ll break a window and come back in! Put me down, Jojo, or I’ll make you cry!

With that shitty kind of attitude I bet it’s more than the American’s who hate you!

And how the hell am I bein’ biased about America? It’s the Land of the Free! Everyone uptalks it and with good reason!

[He pointed an accusatory finger at her.]

People who bring babies overseas are fools. My granny brought my mum overseas– I mean, not over here but to England. So you’re callin’ my granny a fool.

–. What?! I wasn’t gonna go back to Italy! I thought you were gonna go and grab her and come back! Anyways, I came here on a plane and I’m just fine! You’re makin’ excuses again!

I’m not selfish and you–

[Hold up. HOLD UP. Did she just say England was shit?]

Excuse me?! You wanna repeat that?!

What a terrible thing to say to your future wife, Jojo. 

You are trying to make it seem like I’ve insulted her. You want to fight me. You want a reason to call me wrong when you are wrong too. ...You giant baby.

...You would make me make the journey back alone?! I am exhausted already! Traveling is difficult! And expensive! Augh! Inconsiderate!!

[She pulled away slightly, puffing up her chest and pressing it against his as she peered up at him.]

With that kind of attitude, Americans might start hatin’ Italians. If they don’t already.

[His brows knitted together, irritation slowly showing on his features.]

Of course ya like Italy! It’s your home! You’re just being bias.

Hmph. My mum came from overseas. You’re saying my granny’s a fool? Anyways we could take a plane! Or did you forget those exist?!

I think you’re just trying to come up with excuses!

I left England and I’m just fine! You’re just bein’ a baby!

I don’t care if Americans hate me! I’m not here for any of them! ...Except one.

....And you are being biased about America.

...I haven’t said anything about your grandmother. Planes are dangerous too! Especially with you aboard them. ...Che. I’d likely die in the plane before we ever arrived. Then you’d have to take care of Vitalia on your own. Do you want that?

I think you’re selfish for-- for not even understanding how hard this is for me!

…….Smokey’s an American. Ya know, you shouldn’t generalize people. Sure some of ‘em are asshole– but the same can be said about Italians.

Italy isn’t the best place in the world either.

[Of course, he wasn’t one to talk– as he was a bit of a prejudice individual. But even then, he was fond of America and everything it had to offer.]

Anyways, people have brought kids overseas all the time. It’s a one time thing, she’ll be fine. She’s a Joestar, she can handle the travel.

Honestly.. I think it’s you who’s having a more difficult time than the kid.

I like a few Americans. Very few.

...I like Italy better.

[She huffed a few times, having a nearly silent sort of pouting fit.]

...Fools bring babies over seas. She could get sick so easily. Wouldn’t you feel awful if she got very sick? ...You’re being inconsiderate of her comfort...

[His smile immediately disappeared. She wanted to bring him back to Italy?]

…… Sorry. But I’m not goin’ back. 

– And for the record, it’s getting remodeled. Of course it looks kinda daumpy right now. But it’s gonna get better. I wouldn’t let you and Vitalia live in a tiny boring house.

[Joseph’s eyes shifted elsewhere. Although he didn’t move away from her, it was obvious he was a bit miffed.]

I wanted to be closer to my Granny.

...Che. ...I don’t really like America. ...Or Americans. 

[She didn’t move away either. But she rested her forehead against his chest so she’d have an excuse to not look at him.]

...I don’t mind that you wanted to be close to her. It’s...a nice thing to do. ...So I won’t complain.