[Caesar didn't ask for this. He's still exploring the moon at this point, hasn't made any inroads into talking to people yet. Admittedly he feels more or less at home here; it's more like the alleys back home than anything's been in a while, and it would be a relief to allow himself to let off a little steam.]
[Which is not to say he's asking to be thrown against a building - by anyone, much less by Joseph. Not that he recognizes who it is at first. All he sees is a blur, and then there's a tug on his shirt and he's slammed up against the wall.]
[He scrambles for balance, grabbing at Joseph's wrist, and it's halfway through doing this that he recognizes who's got him pushed against the wall. Good in that he's not actually being attacked, less good in that Joseph's grinning at him, that his hand is pressed against his mouth, that he's incredibly close, his hand still fisted in Caesar's shirt.]
[Caesar's eyes widen, and he opens his mouth behind Joseph's hand to say something - get off, what the hell - but he can't seem to get words out, just digs his fingers into Joseph's wrist and tries to remember how to breathe.]
b for bbbboh my god joseph
[Which is not to say he's asking to be thrown against a building - by anyone, much less by Joseph. Not that he recognizes who it is at first. All he sees is a blur, and then there's a tug on his shirt and he's slammed up against the wall.]
[He scrambles for balance, grabbing at Joseph's wrist, and it's halfway through doing this that he recognizes who's got him pushed against the wall. Good in that he's not actually being attacked, less good in that Joseph's grinning at him, that his hand is pressed against his mouth, that he's incredibly close, his hand still fisted in Caesar's shirt.]
[Caesar's eyes widen, and he opens his mouth behind Joseph's hand to say something - get off, what the hell - but he can't seem to get words out, just digs his fingers into Joseph's wrist and tries to remember how to breathe.]