..At Night, Think of me..

“Ah, excuse me, where are my manners?” 

He cleared his throat before speaking, yet that didn’t seem to help alleviate the tight feeling twisting in his throat. Surely he had let the dark, begrudging feelings he held of the Joestars go long ago..at least, he wanted to. Some things are harder to confront when you didn’t think you’d actually get the chance to. 

Yet here he was, face to face with the woman who fought along side of his grandfather all those years ago, and not a single mark to show for it. That wasn’t the point though, he knows better now, in his head he did. It was just..How did the old saying go? Old habits die hard? That almost applies here, doesn’t it?

“My name is Caesar Zeppeli. It is an honor to have a chance to be speaking to you in person, Ma’am” He bowed his head, is introduction very curt and to the point. 

“Well aren’t you just cheeky.” the laugh that accompanied the remark could only be described as low, coarse, yet it suited the older gentlemen. Even if it didn’t look it. Yes, despite the various scars and marred marks that littered his skin from years of wear and tear. 

Yet, he didn’t look a day over 30. 

“Unfortunately for you though, I have prior arrangements. So you can take your over perfumed and slicked hair, and keep it the hell out of my face” He followed up with, putting his hands on each of Dan’s shoulders, and promptly spinning him around. 

Starter call!

Bread gets soggy in the shower Cesarino, that's a no good

are you going to eat in the shower

C-Caesar chan -Blushu-

no