#jjba interaction

Gyro Zeppeli, flaunts his golden grills proudly - letting you know right away that this is an offer that cannot be ignored, not any longer anyways. Unwrapping his arm from you, and latching his excited fingers onto the edge of his hat to flip it off his head for a little bit of style, as well as taking it off for you to pat. A chuckle quickly escapes his lips at the warm act of affection, it’s about time you return the love. 

“Do as you will, young little lad. Go on ahead ~”

Of course, you’d cough slightly, he’s forgetting one tiny thing... and it’s not till he hums in response, before the realization hits him. As you wish, Gyro bends down a tad bit so it’s easier to reach him.

Bruno takes one of your hands in his and gives it what should be a reassuring squeeze, but it feels a bit too possessive to ease your worries

“Of course Tesoro, I’ve had a bad feeling too. But I think the others are quite capable of taking care of themselves. What I’m worried about... is you. Don’t worry about the others too much, just stay close to me and let me protect you. After all, I don’t know what I’d do if you got hurt”

Higashikata Josuke’s head turns slightly sideways to further accent the confusion for your sudden question, giving you the small illusion of seeing a literal question mark appear at the right side of his head.

How cute.   

Just when you’re able to explain your minor qualm further, he is careful enough to grab onto your chin with his unconquerable, but gentle hands - taking you by surprise the moment he bends his head down swiftly, placing a solid kiss right onto your lips with a small ‘mwah’ to wrap it all together - and pulling back to dive head first into his book again.

As if nothing had ever happened. 

You’d take your sweet, sweet time processing the situation that took place seconds before, stuttering on all sorts of sounds that makes the boy grin toothily at. well, your question hasn’t technically been answered, but has sure changed at this point.

Prosciutto occupies the velvet-red lounge chair, just located right beside the king-size bed you’ve been situated in for an hour or two. He has been there for quite a while now actually, a book with a title you aren’t able to read through the dim light illuminating from a lamp, tucked carefully in his methodical fingers as he flipped through crisp pages. 

To shift his gaze on over to you from his original focus is already incredibly irksome.

“ ... What now, bambina/o - do you also want to be read a bed time-a story as well?” And though he deadpans with a callous tone, something usual and not out of character, he’d been almost adamant on closing shut the book in one swift motion. Staring at you for a minute or two, having an internal conflict on whether or not he should join you or not ... 

And he does.

Prosciutto manages to slip silently under the covers - leaving some space in between you two, you’re a little taken back that you didn’t have to beg him even more to do so ... But you do not complain. you’re just satisfied with having him right beside, feeling his legs slowly entangle with yours ... 

Caesar Anthonio Zeppeli could only snarl lowly at his name.

Oh, the Joestars, always trying to make life even more difficult than it already was to begin with. To even hear the damned name of that bastard leave your lips already has him quaking with anger, as if it was forbidden.

Joseph, to hell he goes, is not a ‘big brother figure’ in your life - he is nothing but a hindrance to his relationship with you, and that fact will soon reach through that thick skull of his with a couple of ... threats. 

And that is for you to not know.   

“Amore.” Your fair hand, he gently grasps - lifting it up towards his lips to press a chaste kiss atop it. an act that never fails to embarrass you. “Please do not worry - I will take care of ... this, promesso.”

Caesar smiles warmly, urging for you to stay over tonight - he’ll have this over before you know it. 

Josuke Higashikata coughs awkwardly, a hand placed directly atop your head so you could stop bouncing in excitement at the thought - a faint blush dusting his cheeks at the thought of him sitting down somewhere with his messy bed hair so you had easier access, he is plenty of aware of his height. 

“I ... I would like that, hon,” he murmurs, almost inaudibly, “though, I really hope you know what you’re doing ...”

He’s never let anyone style his hair before - not in a while at least, and he couldn’t help himself from feeling a tad bit nervous on letting someone else but him touch up his hair ... but, Josuke knows that you mean well, and can probably do it just as nice.

Mista Guido snorts obnoxiously, mainly because what he’s heard from you is actually ridiculous for once. You’re bringing this up from absolutely nowhere, killing off the cocky grin that was implanted on his face minutes prior, what could you possibly mean by deserve? ... Are you beginning to doubt yourself?

“Hey now, I hope you’re not hinting that you’re not worth it - I’ll tickle you until you retract that statement.”

He’ll tickle you from hell and back to show how much he adores you, even if you pee - that’s not going to stop him from his point. 

“Tesora/o, just you being here is everything to me ... and me and the pistols will continue to spoil you, for the rest of our lives -” He says midway, before plopping a surprise, sneak attack kiss a top your forehead to ensure that everything he just said, is true. 

“No - absolutely not, cara/o.”

The moment you even mumbled out ‘but,’ he knew that something was up - and he is quick to latch onto your shoulders, hysteria brewing in his eyes.  

“You love me, and that’s enough for me to ensure that we will get through this together. Forget that abominable Joestar, he won’t be a concern no more once-a I’m-a through with him... I can’t stand that gnarly bastard any longer,” Caesar Anthonio zeppeli spews all sorts of exasperation, the expression on his face becoming even more grimmer the more he goes on about the hindrance in his relationship with you. 

“I love you only, did I not prove that at all these past months on courting you, and only you... I do not pay any attention to any other women but you. I cannot even imagine a life without you.”

And then suddenly, his breath suddenly starts getting heavier... as his mouth gains closer towards the crook of your neck, pressing heartfelt kisses against your exposed collarbones... earning a soft mewl from you.

He smiles,