#shizaze

“ Take a look around the room,      Love comes wearing disguises,        How to go about and choose,          Break it down by shapes and sizes

    I’m a man who’s got very specific tastes

           ❝ a friend of the old mans? you don’t look it... you look like you have some sense to you. ❞  not to mention that he doesn’t seem nearly as old as jotaro expected, maybe it was joseph that just ages like cheese, or there’s something else going on. 

Think what you're doing!

He sucked in a breath before moving a hand up to run his fingertips over his exposed jawline. It felt weird not having the mask to cover his face anymore. Almost foreign now to be without it. It seemed like he really had gotten used to wearing it after everything and despite how much he had complained about it to begin with. The reality of it though was that he had been lucky that his mask had been the only thing that had taken that first hit. Otherwise he could have been in some serious trouble. A simple step backwards had been all that had saved him from having his face split open at the exact moment. Honestly, he felt like the whole battle against Esidisi had been nothing but luck. He had known what he was doing for part of the fight. The rest of it was just tid bits from what he had learned in his training and coming up with his own tricks. Right tricks. That’s what his whole life seemed to be based around. Tricks and dumb luck. Another sigh left the Joestar and he dropped his hand away from his face. There probably wouldn’t be a replacement to that mask. Time had come down to the wire and the Pillar Men had made the first move. That meant that training time was pretty much over. With the Stone just barely recovered in time before it was shipped off to Switzerland, it was now or never. The other two would be coming for them eventually as well, so they might as well go ahead and jump into the fray. Though if he were honest about that, he probably would have preferred the training for another couple days.

If he was being honest about the whole thing, Joseph had some serious doubts about this fight. Esidisi had been trouble enough. And he had won the fight against him, sure. They had even figured out a way to save Suzie when he had possessed her body after the fact. Even so, if that was what he could do—defeating death without a real body to speak of—he didn’t want to know what the other two could do. Something told him that it was only going to get worse from that encounter. And that fight hadn’t been a walk in the park per say. It had exhausted Joseph since the two had been at it for the better part of the night. He worried that he wouldn’t be enough to take on the other two. Their first fight with Wamuu had been the whole reason they had gotten into this mess. And yeah it had saved their lives and bought them some time. But not much. The only thing he had achieved by defeating Esidisi was getting the antidote to the first ring that had been placed in his body, the toxic ring around his throat. There was still one that had been placed around his heart. So, even if he didn’t want to go into the battle ahead, he really didn’t have a choice. Either way he could lose his life, it was just a question on how he would lose his life. He could either go fighting the way he heard his grandfather had in the stories told about him or he could be the coward he was told he was and run away from it.

While he processed the thoughts, a hand moved absently up to press to his chest, just over his heart. Thick brows furrowed over teals, usually bright and expressive now only seemed clouded and troubled. What would be the fastest way out of this without risking anyone’s lives? He had a horrible feeling that the next fight wasn’t going to end well. He didn’t know whether it was intuition or what, but it just didn’t sit right with him. Regardless of his doubts on his own abilities, something told Joseph that something bad was about to happen. It was as if they had gotten off too easily with nobody being seriously hurt in the fight against the first Pillar Man, especially with how powerful they were. If he could prevent them from being hurt, wouldn’t he want to do it? The quickest way would be to give them what they wanted, right? They were after the Red Stone of Aja. And that stone was in his coach’s possession. He could obtain it from her and… try to bargain for their lives. Maybe even give up his own in exchange for their’s? It was—in a way—his fault that they even ended up in this mess. He was the one who had made the wager with Wamuu. Lisa Lisa and Caesar hadn’t needed to get themselves tangled up in his mess. But they had decided to help him out. Why?

(Is this to be the Joestar legacy? Giving your life for some noble cause?)

His hand fell away from his chest, teals set on the door to his room at the estate. They were supposed to leave in the morning for Switzerland. Joseph should be resting right now. But he couldn’t sleep. How could he after all that? And now he had made the decision. It would be better for one of them to lose their lives than all of them. He was going to try and reason with their foes and to do that, he needed the bargaining chip. He would need to take the Stone. It pained him to think that he may be betraying Lisa Lisa and Caesar’s trust by taking it, but to him their lives mattered more than that. They could hate him for the rest of their lives if they wanted to, so long as they were able to live. That was all the coaxing he needed to push himself up off his bed and head for the door to his room. If he had to guess, the Stone would probably be with Lisa Lisa. That meant he would have to do his best to sneak through the Estate to her room and try to locate it. Perhaps, he could even use some of the training that he had learned to aid him in doing this. Hamon could be useful in many ways, after all. Again, it didn’t make him feel great using something like that against them, but he felt like he didn’t really have a choice. The feeling of dread that settled in his stomach just wouldn’t shake. He would much rather die for them then watching them die and end up not being able to do anything about it.

(You’ll probably hate me for this… I’m sorry.)

★ “ Uh huuh~? Yeah, I GUESS the heater wouldn’t be needed as much since Winter’s over, huh? ” Leave it to that moron to pass off his flirting. Sheesh, if he didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought that bloody Italian was the ice king himself! But then again, catching sight of that little teasing glint in those emerald orbs alluded itself quicker than those fingers catching hold of the hem of a shirt to raise it for the briefest of moments and letting go.

2020 is almost over - say what u wanna say -Accepting!!

scr eams... wind ur so sweet - uno reverse at u bc i’m luv u and ur just overall a rly neat bean. never worry about being slow- u should always take ur time

Shit.

Makes kissy noises at the Italian~

★ " Hey, Shiza.. Shiza.. Earth to Shizarino~! " Joseph snorted outright, wanting to be a pain in the ass as it were. " Hold still, would ya? "

The question gave no time for a decline or agreement as Joseph closed the distance, giggling to himself as he placed both index fingers to the corners of Caesar's mouth and pushed the flesh up and down, a sing-song voice added,  " Happy face, Grouchy face, Happy face, Grouchy face~! Boy, you’d look a lot cuter with a smile on that mug of yours but that’s why I’m here~ "