[Joseph looks down at his wrist with a silent oh before, yep. He sure does just lick it off.]
You started it. You took my fork away. If you hadn't done that, I'd still be the perfect gentleman just like the way Granny Erina raised me.
And she has much higher standards than you do, Caesar. [Then his smile turns a little smug.] She'd probably a few things to say about you.
[Probably only nice things though if Joseph were to really be honest. Knowing Caesar, he'd probably charm his grandmother no problem. All he'd have to do is treat her with the same respect he treats Lisa Lisa and just like that, Granny Erina would be sold that he was a nice young man. Although, he has to wonder just how weird it would be for her to meet the grandson of William Zeppeli after all these years. He supposes he'll never know and neither will Caesar though. He only glances at Caesar briefly as he's pushing food around in his plate now. Well, if he ends up back home and Caesar isn't with him, he'll just have to be sure to tell her all about him. Which even with as little time as Joseph's known Caesar, there's a lot to say. It's a huge undertaking to try and relay all of that to anyone, and it also occurs to Joseph that maybe he's not the best person to tell Caesar's story. But he thinks it'd be a disservice to his friend not to try.]
[Besides, if there's anyone who'd understand it all, it'd have to be Granny Erina. She'd know all the important parts like how tough of a fighter he was, how much he cared about his family, and how he was always bravely on the side of justice no matter what. And how much Joseph missed him after he was gone. Knowing her, she'd probably be grateful to Caesar without having ever met him because over the past month, more than Lisa Lisa or Speedwagon, it's been Caesar who's looked after Joseph where she couldn't.]
[But even with that rather pleasant thought, Joseph hopes he never has to tell her. He hopes that somehow, no matter how impossible it is, that Caesar can be the one to tell his own story to other people.]
[The serious look that was on Joseph's face a moment ago disappears again, replaced once more by a smile as he starts eating again. If Caesar said anything while he was thinking, he didn't hear it.]
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You started it. You took my fork away. If you hadn't done that, I'd still be the perfect gentleman just like the way Granny Erina raised me.
And she has much higher standards than you do, Caesar. [Then his smile turns a little smug.] She'd probably a few things to say about you.
[Probably only nice things though if Joseph were to really be honest. Knowing Caesar, he'd probably charm his grandmother no problem. All he'd have to do is treat her with the same respect he treats Lisa Lisa and just like that, Granny Erina would be sold that he was a nice young man. Although, he has to wonder just how weird it would be for her to meet the grandson of William Zeppeli after all these years. He supposes he'll never know and neither will Caesar though. He only glances at Caesar briefly as he's pushing food around in his plate now. Well, if he ends up back home and Caesar isn't with him, he'll just have to be sure to tell her all about him. Which even with as little time as Joseph's known Caesar, there's a lot to say. It's a huge undertaking to try and relay all of that to anyone, and it also occurs to Joseph that maybe he's not the best person to tell Caesar's story. But he thinks it'd be a disservice to his friend not to try.]
[Besides, if there's anyone who'd understand it all, it'd have to be Granny Erina. She'd know all the important parts like how tough of a fighter he was, how much he cared about his family, and how he was always bravely on the side of justice no matter what. And how much Joseph missed him after he was gone. Knowing her, she'd probably be grateful to Caesar without having ever met him because over the past month, more than Lisa Lisa or Speedwagon, it's been Caesar who's looked after Joseph where she couldn't.]
[But even with that rather pleasant thought, Joseph hopes he never has to tell her. He hopes that somehow, no matter how impossible it is, that Caesar can be the one to tell his own story to other people.]
[The serious look that was on Joseph's face a moment ago disappears again, replaced once more by a smile as he starts eating again. If Caesar said anything while he was thinking, he didn't hear it.]