Simple and clean.

    Now even Joseph was laughing, short snickers evolving from the smirk he had on his face. He was still completely confused on what they were exactly talking about, but as long as he was having a good time, it didn’t matter.

    ❝ Even in the kitchen!? ❞ Now THAT was shocking. Joseph could never imagine bringing his intimate business to the place where he has all his food. He’ll definitely keep that in mind the next time he eats over in an Italian’s home.

    ❝ The kitchen’s bringing it a little too far! What ever happened to keeping it in the bedroom? ❞ The thought of having to eat cereal in such a tainted place made him almost grimace, feeling his grin twitching at the unwelcomed thought.

    Thankfully his good friend Caesar is there to take his mind off of it, an arm wrapped around broad shoulders in order to pull him in close. He happily obliged, leaning in as if a super private secret was about to be exchanged.

    ❝ Yeah! You know I do! ❞ His tone was hushed as much as he could make it, raising a closed fist up in anticipation to just what this secret could possibly be.

Hushed. Shifty eyes peer for any eaves droppers as he hunches slightly -- bringing Joseph a little just so he could calmly whisper.

“ I’m talking about food. Like actual pastry deserts, mi amico. ” 

A snort follows a heavy pat on the back as he bounces away and bursting into a small fit of laughter. Hands holding his sides, tears building up at the corners of his socket.

Teasing the brit was becoming more enjoyable --- even if most of it was a product of his own misinterpretation. Which in all honesty, made things all the more fun. Toying around with that little knowledge might make for more interesting interactions in the future. 

He’ll think about it. 

Could be little thing he could muse himself with just to get Jojo worked up.

Caesar brought a finger up, flicking a tear away --- his grin practically stained onto his face. 

     “Mh, I might hold back on it since you don’t sound TOO excited about the idea of a challenge. How can I trust that you’re not giving me an empty promise?”

“ Oh. Was it that obvious? Lemme’ remedy that. ” 

A fist clenches up to his mouth with small coughs clambering into the makeshift chamber. He assumes a conservative pose -- posture straightened with his elbows bent and tucked into his side --- hands clasped together, heels tucked in with the tips of his toes pointed out at a 45 degree angle with a small bend in his back. 

“ A challenge? ”

More like a trick if he had to bet money on it. Even though Joseph wasn’t always in a prankster-streak, Zeppeli couldn’t help but fall slightly suspecious on his intentions. But a challenge-- perhaps this could amusing to say the least.

leave me alone