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[mylegacy]

Who: Caesar Zeppeli and u! Also Joseph Joestar's birthday party and u! MULTIPURPOSE
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: Caprine! Because this mess is not happening on his ship.
When: Wednesday, September 23; Sunday, September 27.

video } wednesday, september 23

Someone needs to explain fried chicken to me.

[. . . no, that appears to be the lead-in to this video. Caesar looks a little offended, and he kind of is; this has actually been explained to him, but there are, in his opinion, a hundred better things you could do with a chicken than fry it. Sacrilegious. No one ever take him to an Olive Garden.]

It seems like a good way to dry the chicken out if you're not careful. And frying is so unhealthy. [Why not dunk it in alfredo sauce instead.]

Also, what the hell is coleslaw.

Also, I do need help with some baking. A cake.

[What was the other thing. Oh, yes.]

Joseph Joestar's birthday is this Sunday. He's been forbidden from talking about it, so I encourage everyone to talk to him about it as much as possible.

[What a good friend.]

action } sunday, september 27

[On Sunday, because he is a good friend, an absolute shit-ton of food appears; because he holds the sanctity and cleanliness of his ship to be pretty sacred, it appears in the Caprine's cargo bay. Decorations are hit-or-miss, in part because that's not really his strong suit and in part because he's pretty sure Joseph won't actually care. There's food.]

[Although there are other things too, past the small mountain of non-nutritional-paste foodstuffs. Music, for one thing, although it's a strange mishmash of things that sounded familiar to a 1930s ear, things that didn't totally offend him, and things that other people contributed. About halfway through the afternoon, something roughly analogous to hip-hop crackles across the speakers, startling everyone, if by everyone you mean probably just Caesar.]

[It's a party, y'all. Have fun. Don't let Joseph eat all the fried chicken.]


( ooc; OBVIOUSLY THIS POST WAS SUPPOSED TO GO UP SOONER, but due to Reasons it did not. if you don't mind, please keep birthday mingle stuff under the toplevel i put up for it - otherwise go nuts and have fun! ♥ )

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[nextlineis]

[That's right. You better want to, Caesar!]

And you think I do? You're not worried about doing something embarrassing, are you?

[mylegacy]

You already embarrassed me just now. I don't think it's going to break me if you embarrass me again.

[It might, Caesar. It might.]

[nextlineis]

[Joseph crinkles his nose. Since when is someone as shameless as Caesar when it comes to romantic endeavors easily embarrassed?]

What did I do that was so embarrassing?

[mylegacy]

[Since it mattered.]

You put frosting on my nose.

[nextlineis]

Yeah and? It was barely even there before I got it off your nose, too!

[mylegacy]

That was worse. It's--

[He does not know the word gross. So he just huffs a little and shrugs.]

[nextlineis]

Oh, don't tell me you're embarrassed about me kissing you in... [he leans in close and whispers in a scandalized tone of voice] public.

[mylegacy]

[Okay, you know what, that's it.]

[(And that is it, actually; he's weirdly possessive of this, less because he doesn't want people to know and more because he's seesawing wildly from previous behavior and wants all of these memories just for himself. Some part of him is also vaguely aware that PDA is uncomfortable to people and that Joseph is a huge fucking hypocrite, but that's not the primary part.)]

[(Anyway.)]

[Caesar narrows his eyes and that's pretty much the only warning there is before he closes the already-very-small space between them and kisses Joseph long and slow, his hand resting at the small of his back to keep him exactly where he is. They're in public, yes, but he also hates losing, and he hates losing to Joseph most of all, so if he can prove him wrong and make him a little breathless all at the same time, he will honestly take it.]

[nextlineis]

[Joseph draws a sharp breath and makes a noise of surprise when Caesar closes the distance. He figured he'd hit the nail on the head when Caesar started narrowing his eyes, but he expected an argument about it because Caesar's tendency is to get defensive. Instead, he got competitive and Joseph can feel himself starting to flush because Christ why does he have to kiss him like this? Why does he have to be this good at kissing?]

[He's a little annoyed at first because he knows he just lost, but hell...if this is losing? Joseph can't really find any complaints. He kisses back, a hand coming up to hold his cheek as he lets Caesar take his breath away.]

[mylegacy]

[Neither of them have anywhere in particular to be, so once he's got Joseph he doesn't really feel like letting him go for a while. Probably people need to get past them to get to the food or whatever, but honestly, they can suck it up and wait. Joseph is an embarrassing person, but he isn't embarrassed to love him, and that point is important enough that he has to make it right now this second in front of everybody.]

[And maybe he wants to rub it in a little, how easy it is to make Joseph weak like this. So he's leaning up on his toes before long, getting as close as he can, tilting his head so he can deepen the kiss. His other hand rests flat against Joseph's chest, feeling his heartbeat, and he makes a wordless pleased sound into Joseph's mouth and smiles. I win.]

[Because he's a bad sport about these things, he only pulls away very slowly, kisses lingering and long between half-breaths; and when he does actually pull away, he only does it after punctuation, a quick bite to Joseph's lower lip, possessive.]

[Sinking back onto the soles of his feet, he looks up at Joseph evenly, pleased and content that he's made his point. But just in case:]

Being with you doesn't embarrass me.

[nextlineis]

[It's probably questionable as to whether or not what Caesar just said registered with Joseph at all. He put up zero resistance with everything Caesar wanted to do with the kiss, his heart picking up its pace. It's another one of those times where Joseph is so acutely aware of Caesar that everything else fades and slips completely out of his awareness. But where before it used to feel so incredibly overwhelming, there's just a pleasant buzz from it that spreads all over. The faint scent of soap, the taste of Caesar's mouth, and the feel of his hand on Joseph's chest; it all spells out home to Joseph. There's nothing about that he wants to escape anymore.]

[His eyes flutter open by the time Caesar speaks and there's still a light warmth to his cheeks. He's more aware of the sound of Caesar's voice than the words, but who cares what Caesar is saying? After a kiss like that, he's perfectly okay with agreeing with whatever the hell Caesar has to say.]

Okay.

[mylegacy]

[Making Joseph totally incoherent is up there on his list of favorite things to do, now. He can tell easily that what he said was not in any way processed, but that's fine. Joseph's a little red in the face and he's smiling and he looks . . . pretty much perfect, so there's nothing wrong with this picture at all.]

Good.

[He kisses Joseph again, just because he can, one very quick kiss, and then grabs him by the chin and shakes his face a little bit.]

So dance with me, idiota.

[nextlineis]

[Making Joseph incoherent certainly has its upsides. Aside from the fact his brain shuts down (a little more than usual) and he's smiling like a dope, he does have that particularly, unguarded look of pure admiration and love in his eyes. Not that he hasn't been looking at Caesar like that a lot lately, but those moments where Caesar really does become his whole world is perfectly reflected in the way Joseph looks at him.]

[He kisses back to that one quick kiss and makes a face at having his face shaken around a little. He swats at Caesar's hand on his chin, pulling away.]

Hey! Knock it off or I'll change my mind!

[Of course, Joseph doesn't even sound or look the least bit annoyed with Caesar no matter how hard he's trying to right now. It also doesn't help that he's pulling Caesar along with him either.]

[mylegacy]

No you won't, [and he says it kind of sing-song, smirking easily as Joseph pulls him towards a space of open floor.] You keep saying things that just aren't true, and I don't think you're as good of a liar as you think you are.

[Joseph wouldn't let him get away that easily, he knows it. It's not as though they're even half as good alone as they are together.]

[nextlineis]

Maybe I'm just not that good at lying to you. [He spins Caesar to him.] Or maybe I just don't want to.

[mylegacy]

[Hm. Well, he's not resisting, and then they're very close again, and he's not complaining about that, either. His hand comes to rest on Joseph's hip, and he nods graciously.]

Well, you wouldn't, would you.

[nextlineis]

I don't know. [Joseph's free hand comes to rest on Caesar's shoulder. He grins crookedly.] That depends~

[mylegacy]

Hmm.

[He leans in a little, tips his chin up.]

What does it depend on, Jojo?

[nextlineis]

I'm not telling, [he replies in sing-song.] Then you'll always know when I'm lying.

[Because Joseph is so incredibly subtle when he's up to something, amirite?]

[mylegacy]

I always know when you're lying anyway, Jojo.

[They're not dancing slow, but he wants to lean his head against Joseph's shoulder anyway. Resistance is super hard.]

I think you'd lie about something to keep it a secret from me if it would make me happy later.

[nextlineis]

[Joseph snorts.]

You think I'd have that kind of patience?

[mylegacy]

I think--

[Well. He leans in just for a second, to kiss Joseph on the cheek.]

I think I should stop underestimating you. That's all.

[nextlineis]

[Oh. There's a little bit of that dopey look again from Joseph. It's just a kiss to the cheek, but it catches him off-guard. It's quickly replaced by a wide grin.]

You know, Caesar, I think that's the smartest thing you've ever said.

[mylegacy]

[What a stupid cute boy. He leans in and kisses Joseph on the other cheek, just to even things out.]

Mm, I don't think so. I think the smartest thing I ever said was that I love you.

[nextlineis]

Which means the dumbest thing you ever thought was planning on not saying anything ever.

[Just remember how much you love this little shit, Caesar.]