JoJoestarzz

Robert’s smile remained on his features as Straizo spoke. He had to admit there was something quite endearing –and captivating, too– about his reaction, something that only increased as the monk’s blush took a darker shade now.

However, the now former-thug was not prepared for what came afterwards. He nearly jolted as the brunet kissed him in return. It was not just the unexpected kiss that had drawn such response from him. There had been something else. Something that felt almost like sparks on his lips. Instinctively,  a hand went up to that spot; the fingertips of his index and middle fingers barely touching it as it tingled a bit, as if expecting to come across with any remnants of whatever that had been.

“–The fuck was that!?” His tone, while notoriously startled, did not show signs of actual annoyance (nor it did much to hide the light blush that was slowly creeping up to his face). A good deal of it came from sheer curiousity that permeated his voice regardless of his poor choice of words. Blame it on the streets, I guess…

Straizo watched Robert touch his lips and smirked. “Just a little Hamon in that kiss.” He hummed with amusement at the blond’s reaction. He kept forgetting that the former thug was the only one of their number that was not practiced in Hamon. Maybe he should offer to teach him? Will did so with Jonathan, so perhaps he could play the role of teacher to Speedwagon. 

She had blanked out on the last few vampires, her previous experience in such a state the only reason she had even managed to decimate them at all. Her ears rung, a shrill, piercing sound that made her shut her eyes and force herself to keep calm. She registered, although barely, Kars leaving.

“You bet yer lily white ass you owe me an explanation.” Dangerously coated in a venom comparable to one of Australia’s taipans, Hikari spoke. “What the fuck is wrong with you. What made y’ think it was a good idea t’ bring yer goddamn human wife t’ these monsters?! Oh, FUCK ME!” Exasperatedly, she socked the crumbling column with her fist, over and over again, only stopping herself short to turn to him.

“I just got back! I went through Soft Cell for NOTHING! All'a that trauma! All'a that WORK! God fucking damn it! GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!!” The column finally collapsed under the weight of her angry blows. “Why the fuck did y’ think it was a good idea! YOU’RE SMARTER THAN THAT! Why did y’ even– Why?! Why Kars?! Why the hell did y’ get buddy fuckin’ BUDDY with a super vampire?! Are you on CRACK?!”

Straizo was unfazed by her rage. “If I left you at home you ether would have been captured and used as a hostage against me, or killed and I would not have been able to save you. What I did was the best option believe it or not.” He replied calmly but the was a serious edge to it that showed he wasn’t messing around.

It wasn’t until now that the normally reserved monk actually lost his cool when she started insulting his intelligence and berating him as if she knew everything. “Oh, I’m sorry, would you rather be dead right now?! So Sorry for Saving you.” His voice was dripping with venom. “Next time I won’t bother to keep you were I have a better chance of keeping you safe! As for Kars, I didn’t choose to befriend him, he sought me out and gave me a choice. Serve or die and he would have made you an example first! Do not Assume things you do not know Hikari!” The ebony haired vampire hissed angrily.  

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Joseph didn’t like to stay far from Caesar for too long. The blond was getting better but he wasn’t 100% yet. He’d been really scared those first few weeks, every time their had been an irregular heart beat, with how soft and week his voice had been. The thought of loosing Caesar tore his heart to pieces and watching him seemingly struggle to keep living and knowing how little he could help, was a harder fight than he’d had with any of the pillar men. That was why he’d busied himself getting things for his love, while he was forced out of the Italian’s room. “Sorry I wasn’t here when you woke, the nurse forced me to leave. Can you believe that?” He asked scowling at the door as if he could somehow cast a glare at the offending nurse beyond it. The brit then returned to gazing at Caesar with a bright smile. “I went out and bought you some clothes for when they let you out. I also got you this cute stuffed puppy for when you can’t cuddle me and…” At this point the brunette’s voice dropped to a whisper as he cupped the side of he’s mouth. “I smuggled this in for you!” He stated setting the other gift down on the corner of the bed to reveal a silver food tray with a lid underneath it. 

The mischievous Joestar lifted the lid to reveal a hot plate of beef stroganoff. The fragrant smell would reach the blond likely before the sight. It was obvious Joseph had not made the dish but likely paid a hefty price to have it made and able to be transported discreetly. 

     The blonde raised his eyebrow. Observing every gift he took out from the bag. Ugh why would Joseph buy him clothes? It’s not like Caesar is going to wear any random shirt and he didn’t expect the Joestar to aim directly into his tastes. Well, they never went shopping together so. He let out a small sigh at the sight of him pulling out a stuffed puppy. “JoJo… I’m not a kid to cuddle toys.” He murmured. Feeling even a small blush which burned his cheeks a bit. It… was pretty cute idea anyway. He didn’t want to feel the other bad. He should appreciate the Joestar’s efforts and that face he also spent money on him. The blonde decided eventually to shut up about this. His manners and culture pushed him to just accept the gifts anyway and try to enjoy them at the very least. 

     His interest grew bigger as he saw Joseph taking out that food tray. “JoJo the nurses are going to kill you if they notice that you brought this here!” This was really risky but the blonde immediately shut up when he smelled the beautiful scent coming out from this and soon filling the hospital room. He swallowed his saliva with a small gulp. “What did you buy…” His voice was almost like a whisper but when the Joestar lifted up the topping and revealed the delicious looking meal Caesar felt like he’s becoming way more weaker for all those gifts. Especially because the other bought one of his favourite dishes. “You didn’t have to…” The blonde added. Coming a bit closer to enjoy the scent of probably perfectly prepared meat. Fuck there’s no way he can resist something like this. His arrogant and stubborn nature didn’t matter now. Eventually it seemed to break his barrier. Caesar gave Joseph just a small glance and turned around to face him. Putting both of his hands on the other male’s shoulder he leaned a bit closer just to place a small kiss on the corner of his lips. “Grazie JoJo.” Even a small smile managed to appear on his always cold looking face now. Making his expression a bit softer.

“I... I know but I know I can always be here so... I want you to have something when I’m not here.” Joseph said, knowing it was a silly idea but how else could he constantly show his lover he was always with him even if he couldn’t be physically. He had a feeling that the Italian understood the gesture at least. The clothing Joseph had gotten were indeed more in line with Joseph’s taste, but in colors he often saw Caesar wear. Things like Crop tops and low cut hip jeans.

The Joestar smirked at Caesar’s words as he mentioned the nurses having his hide for bringing in outside food. “For you, Caesarino, It’s worth it! Besides I’m sure a little something besides gross hospital food would be good, right? And don’t worry, I didn’t cook it!”He grinned, noticing the blond salivating over the dish.

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“Hmmm..That does pose a problem, if not for my stand.”

DIO would not take the risk of letting the pilarmen live. However, DIO has studied a bit about the stone masks in his timeline. DIO knows about the mask, but not yet about the stone of Aja. He has noticed the concaved shape on the top of the mask he used before, but Dio doesn’t know that’s where the stone would be in.

Maybe Joseph can accidentally spill the beans about it. Joseph already looked concerned, which probably meant something more interresting is going on… DIO will have to get that answer from him.

“Though…It does also mean you know something about the mask, no?” DIO’s waiting for a reply, ready to see if it’s a silly joke that Joseph would make, or if he’ll be serious about it.

“How convenient for you.” Joseph muttered, That Stand of his was certainly a problem and he did need to figure out a way to fight it later. For now, focusing of the Pillar men might give him a means to or a hint to better fight Dio and this Stand of his. 

–– “I like to tease you mio tesoro~ You’re being so greedy and you just look like an angry child. It’s adorable” He smiled with leaving a small chuckle as well. Caesar’s laugh was probably one of the most adorable and kind of rare to hear. He usually never really laughed so loud. Maybe only when someone would tickle his sides and force him to laugh but otherwise Joseph is seeing it once again. The image of Caesar with a wide smile and not that very bitter and cold expression. He didn’t look like he usually does. The view was much more heart warming.

When the blonde was finally done. He cleared his throat. Slowly taking a seat on the couch and putting one leg on another. Looking up at the flushed brown-haired man in front of him.  –– “Hey JoJo. What about the cooking lessons?” Caesar raised his eyebrow. Not like he forgot. He’d be more than happy to teach him but… he’s going to be probably even more rough than Lisa Lisa. Caesar treats his mother country’s kitchen with much respect. It probably won’t be the best time for Joseph.

Dammit! Caesar was just too cute! be it that adorable laugh or that smile that could light up an entire room. Joseph was hooked, drunk of this man that could both piss him off or turn his heart to mush. It should have been no surprise than that he reached out to stroke the Italian's cheek, as if he could capture that moment and keep Caesar this happy forever.

x—- DEFINITELY different from the modern men with a flowing mane to crown him -  but she caught something. Her bright eyes just barely missed it. When he turned to her she swore she saw what she thought. Three horns on his head like a crown. It couldn’t be a trick of the moonlight. “ Wait….” she spoke more to herself. Hale had to be sure.

x—- HE knew. That was enough evidence. Was he a survivor like her or was there more of their kin out there somewhere? Never did she think this man was responsible for all these deaths, she never saw the man’s face. “ You know….I don’t think I’ve seen you…” She did admit he was very familiar. She would see a man like him in the high ranks - protesting with the elders every other night while she served.  “…well you do look a little familiar…”

“Oh? We have met though not formally. It was a very long time ago too. I do know your face though.” Kars replied a bit amused that she didn’t recognize him as the killer of their people. This meant their were survivors though, maybe they would be smarter and join him? or at least stay out of his way.

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Joseph didn’t like to stay far from Caesar for too long. The blond was getting better but he wasn’t 100% yet. He’d been really scared those first few weeks, every time their had been an irregular heart beat, with how soft and week his voice had been. The thought of loosing Caesar tore his heart to pieces and watching him seemingly struggle to keep living and knowing how little he could help, was a harder fight than he’d had with any of the pillar men. That was why he’d busied himself getting things for his love, while he was forced out of the Italian’s room. “Sorry I wasn’t here when you woke, the nurse forced me to leave. Can you believe that?” He asked scowling at the door as if he could somehow cast a glare at the offending nurse beyond it. The brit then returned to gazing at Caesar with a bright smile. “I went out and bought you some clothes for when they let you out. I also got you this cute stuffed puppy for when you can’t cuddle me and...” At this point the brunette’s voice dropped to a whisper as he cupped the side of he’s mouth. “I smuggled this in for you!” He stated setting the other gift down on the corner of the bed to reveal a silver food tray with a lid underneath it. 

     ✱ Lara held her hand over trigger and barrel, ready to cock at any moment. Her gaze tired yet a slowly draining away sternness remained to some variety. She really was making a fool of herself… She knew well in her mind she was, yet she held it up. Yet hearing his statement on seeing mothers kill their children only made her face contort in disgust.

     ✱ “ She’s… ”

     ✱ A moment was spent and a formulation of a sentence started only to stop and a low grunt to exit her throat rather than the completed sentence. The end of the artillery slowly lowered and her eyebrows only remained furrowed. What slipped from her lips was something she really wasn’t…Sure she should have stated. It was simply an attempt, maybe, to deter questioning. She remembered vague details of personality and appearance but..Really, she did best to block them out in assistance to raising her child.

     ✱ “ You are…8 years late to ask questions about that man. ” 

The tri-horned man took in the change in the woman, disgust, maybe because the revelation of what he’d revealed about other mothers that killed their young. It was the truth though, he’d seen human’s commit numerous atrocities over the years and that had been one of them. It was one of the reasons he didn’t think to highly of humans, and opinion that seem to continually sour as time past, but this one amused him.

A self-satisfied glimmer would catch upon those normally stony features, the older man’s abrupt jolt under the daring physical contact gaining little reaction from their initiator. Vanilla would remain put from behind, his hips arching out with a suggestive sway from his otherwise unnerving disposition. He doubted there would be watchful eyes on them, their obscured placement offering a window for the man to further advance on the other without a second thought.

He hummed softly at that suggested inquiry, heavy lashes fluttering over dark, hooded eyes fixed in the gambler’s direction. For once, the manservant appeared to lack any true form of malice or hostility, an assertive streak of seduction instead projected forth without apprehension: that appeared to only grow when that deck was finally discarded.

“Indeed. I expected something more courtly from a man as captivating as yourself–”

The coquettish remark was spoken in that usual, apathetic tongue, flattering towards any unguarded ego he could reach. A sign of progress was instantaneous when he came to register those nimble fingers smoothing over his own, defined jawline, encouraging him rather than push him away. Glancing down to the other’s limb briefly, any potential signs of retaliation from the unpredictable man were quickly eased once he allowed his neck to crane against the contact.

An eager tremor would rush through his veins when advances were ultimately reciprocated through the brush of willing lips over his own, pursed pair, a hint of enticed interest passing above a mere whisper.

“–… But, I suppose you could make it up to me.”

With that, Vanilla hadn’t hesitated to meet the gesture, his head tilting to close the narrowed space of their kiss and bring himself even closer.

Smoothing his palm up over the older man’s chest, his index finger and thumb would come to toy further with the knot of his tie. A provocative tug would loosen the article further, broad digits stroking sensually down the seam’s length to further expose the gambler’s neck under a crumpling dress shirt: a worthwhile wager it was turning out to be indeed.