#jokeseph

@jokeseph

“ … ”

he PUSHES himself from josephs lap, puts on his coat, checks his hair in the mirror for any present imperfections ( none  ─── as always ), and without so much as a passing glance, leaves himself, BOYFRIENDLESS.

joseph had just lost his kissing privileges for a week.

            ❛  you know, you’ve told me that hamon keeps it’s user young,             to a degree ——  ❜

            a glance in the other’s direction.

            ❛  —— but this is ridiculous, joestar-san.  ❜

            even that, calling him joestar-san, felt wrong now.             the appearance it came with didn’t match, at all. instead,             a young joseph joestar stood next to him.

            his height didn’t change, but the grey hair and beard was gone,             replaced by longer brown hair that stuck out wildly from under             his hat. even the wrinkles that used to be present on his face,             were gone, and his voice was more youthful and surely, twice             as loud than it already was.

            ❛  should ... i even keep calling you that?  — joestar-san?  ❜

“ il mio dulce jojo   ─── ”

sultry accent danced upon the boys skin as he peppered his cheeks with KISSES. feather light, holding on tight as the other SQUIRMED like a cat, caesar smiling coyly as he continued.

how the tables turned.

“ oh mio dolce, caro jojo. . .dont you LIKE this ? ” ah, the italians pompous smile seemed to answer his own question, “ stop fighting it, jojo”