Caesar Zeppeli

Erina nodded, watching the older man pat his eyes. Something was certainly bothering him, but upon closer inspection it seemed to be a matter of the heart and not physical like she initially believed. “I just wish to help.”

Realizing she’s correct, the young lady shifts on the edge of the fountain, tucking her legs up underneath the lip and settling her hands into her lap. “No, I insist. I inquired, so, if you do not mind, I would like to hear about what has happened to pain you so. Has someone passed away? Did a woman you were courting leave you?”

Caesar gives her a small, weak smile. He’s never been able to say no to a woman, and he is not going to start now. “A couple years ago, I got into a very serious accident and fell into a coma.” Wham had done a serious number on him. He thought he was dying when he passed out. Waking up had been a serious surprise.

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Today is a day Caesar will always remember.

Today is the day Caesar becomes a father.

It had taken him awhile to get approved. He was a single man, and his occupation was... unconventional. He taught Hamon. That wasn’t an option in the job down list. Regardless, he had diligently filled out every paper handed to him and attended every meeting, and now, he has a daughter. 

Caesar had been an orphan himself. He never wanted to be adopted, but he remembers hating the orphanage. He hopes Ethyl is happy to be out of there.

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Caesar is a whirlwind of emotions. He is heartbroken that Jolyne is now an orphan, nervous to be a parent, and excited as well. He was named the godfather. Despite his age, Caesar was still physically young and able. He’s flown down to America to pick Jolyne up. 

Victor went to answer the door since he was closest too it, and his mother was out. “Hello. I’m the only Mr. Zeppeli here,”he yawned, rubbing one eye. He’d been napping.

“Is there something you need, sir?” Victor’s bright red hair was an absolute mess, he wasn’t wearing his sunglasses, but his eyes were barely open. 

He looks the man up and and down. This man is not his brother. His hair is not the blond or brown of a Zeppeli, but if he look hard, he can see similarities to his family in his facial structures. What that could mean makes his stomach do flips. He had come out here thinking he would run into one of his brothers or find out he had the wrong place entirely. He had not expected to find, possibly, a new family member.

“Don’t get me started on Josephine.  She’s my friend and roommate–never tell her that I said I consider her a friend–but I swear she’s the most annoying woman on earth.  How can one woman be this irritating?”  Carlotta knew it wasn’t refined, but she grabbed her glass and downed the wine like she was taking a shot.  She’d developed that habit on the street, when she was pretending to be Tony Zeppeli for her own protection.

“Does yours share your bed at night?  Not sexually.  Just in general.  Mine does, and I think we’re growing codependent on each other’s breath rhythms to sleep at night.  It’s irritating me.”

“Same with Joseph. Whatever I say here, stays here.”  He believes he can trust Carlotta. They’re like the same person, after all. When she finishes downing her drink, Caesar gracefully pulls her another bottle. “I’d like to know myself. He’s just... a moron. He is the smartest moron I have ever met, and I can’t stand it.”

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“ your bubble hamon is actually really beautiful caesar…do you think you could show me more? “

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MY BED. i love my bed. It’s great.

This one fancy grocery store in town.

Candles/wax warmers.

My loved ones!

Baths. 

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