five ○ voice / action

[mylegacy]

Who: Caesar & u
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: Marsiva, kitchens & gym!
When: Ostensibly 11/15, but really whenever

[His voice sounds muted, almost bored, but anybody who actually knows him might be a little worried at the lack of underlying irritation there. There's the clank of pots and pans in the background, also muted.]

Since we're stuck here for the foreseeable future - I understand that people are coping. [As people do. For what good it does.] I don't have the proper augment, but I know how to cook if anyone wants to learn. I don't have anything else to do. [Besides watch The Princess Bride on endless repeat.]

[. . . And then, almost as an afterthought:]

I can fight, too. If anyone wants that.

[Find him in the kitchens, or the gym on request. Close CR can assume a delivery of a comfort food of their choice.]

Comments

[mylegacy]

[Well. They don't lie to each other anymore. That is, Caesar doesn't lie anymore. There's one thing he's not saying, but he's pretty sure Joseph knows it anyway. Why say it out loud? He'd still have gone, is the thing. He just wouldn't have gone alone.]

[He doesn't want to go anywhere alone anymore. Sometimes he isn't sure if that's a strength or a weakness. He feels so desperately dependent, and it feels good, but what if--]

[It doesn't matter.]

You can eat all day?

[Of course he can. They're just words, something to fill the space and take up time.]

[nextlineis]

[Joseph snorts, shaking his head. Silly, sweet Caesar. What sort of question is that? Have you met Joseph? Like at all?]

Of course I can! My idea of an ideal day is just laying around, snacking, and reading comic books.

[mylegacy]

[Remember that thing where Caesar just says stuff that doesn't matter when he's looking at Joseph's stupid, distracting face? Yeah, that's what this is right now. You can tell because of how ridiculously fond he sounds, instead of exasperated.]

That's so lazy. I don't know how you ever got anything done before I came around.

[nextlineis]

Hey, I said it was ideal, not that it's what I actually did.

[...Okay, but it's pretty close. He'd have to admit to that if pressed, and it's not like Joseph hasn't fully admitted that he hates hard work. Thankfully, Caesar doesn't appear to be in a forceful mood right now.]

But you are a pretty good motivator.

[mylegacy]

That's true . . . I really am.

[All this humbleness, witness it. Witness him leaning in and up as far as he can and sort of demanding more snuggles without saying anything. It's about as close to an overt pay attention to me as Caesar ever gets.]

I'll cook for you all day if you want me to. Might as well take advantage, while we have a decent kitchen.

[nextlineis]

[Joseph can't exactly call Caesar out on being arrogant. You know being the pot in this situation. But he does gently and playfully bump noses with Caesar when he leans in closer for more attention. He wraps his arms a little tighter around Caesar.]

Are you trying to imply that wasn't your plan all along? You know I really don't like sharing.

[mylegacy]

. . . Maybe it was.

[He squirms a little, caught out but probably not as annoyed as he should be about it. Joseph is just really close, and it's distracting. And annoying. Probably.]

You're spoiled. But I like spoiling you.

[So super annoying.]

[nextlineis]

I know.

[He grins crookedly at Caesar. It goes without saying that Joseph doesn't mind being spoiled. In fact, one could safely assume that he also likes it. But he does especially like it when it's coming from Caesar.]

You've only got yourself to blame for how spoiled I've become though, so you can't complain.

[mylegacy]

[He twists his fingers in the hem of Joseph's shirt, leaning back against the counter and tipping his chin up with a little smirk.]

You were already spoiled when I met you. This isn't my fault.

[Except for how it kind of totally is. Sigh.]

[nextlineis]

Alright, alright, [Joseph says as he rests both hands on either side of Caesar on the edge of the counter.] Maybe it's not entirely your fault.

[He kisses Caesar's chin.]

But I don't see you putting an end to it either.

[mylegacy]

That's not my job.

[Hmm. He stays still, lets Joseph pay attention to him. He still doesn't really feel like he deserves it, that kind of attention. But he likes it, all the same.]

I like you the way you are. Don't tell anyone, though.

[nextlineis]

[It's that feeling he doesn't deserve it that partially drives Joseph to do it in the first place. Caesar deserves everything Joseph can give him and more. Maybe one day he'll get that, but maybe not. Either way, it's Caesar's to have as long as he wants it.]

That sounds like something I should announce to the entire network though. [He grins crookedly. He nips at Caesar's lip teasingly, but avoids kissing him at all costs.] Why should I keep something like that to myself?

[mylegacy]

Because--

[He grins a little, leaning into the bite. Sometimes, lately, he's starting to think he's becoming almost as spoiled as Joseph.]

I'll be nicer to you if it's just us.

[nextlineis]

I don't knoooow... You're not that nice to me to begin with.

[What a liar Joseph Joestar is. It's not like they just establish what a spoiled brat he is or that Caesar contributes anything to it, or anything like that. But also note: he's not complaining.]

[mylegacy]

[Such a liar. But it's really cute. God, it's really cute, he's going to die from this.]

You want me to be nicer? Like how?

[nextlineis]

Oh c'mon, I shouldn't have to spell something like that out for you. [Joseph shakes his head and just so happens to nuzzle noses with Caesar. Huh, how'd that happen?] You're always going on about what an idiot I am, so use that big brain of yours, dumbass.

[mylegacy]

[What a mysterious thing has just happened . . . almost as mysterious as the way Caesar leans in and kisses the tip of Joseph's nose.]

Maybe I should just tell you everything I think when I think it, like you do.

[nextlineis]

Uuuhhh...that might not...be such a good idea.

[You know, you sometimes make girls cry when you're like that.]

[mylegacy]

Oh? Are you admitting that you're wrong?

[Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm?]

[nextlineis]

Hey! What? [That absolutely does not make sense, nope. No. How dare you, Caesar...] No way!

[mylegacy]

Yes, you are.

[Kiss.]

You said that--

[Kiss.]

It's not a good idea.

[Double kiss.]

[nextlineis]

[You cannot just kiss him like this and expect him to concede, Caesar. Wow. This is completely rude and uncalled for. Just for that, he's not kissing you--]

That--

[Right away. Kiss. Willpower, what is that?]

Is not the same thing.

[mylegacy]

It's not?

[Doing that leaning-up-but-not-quite-touching thing again. Fight him about it.]

I like it when you hold me like this.

Was it a bad idea to say that?

[nextlineis]

[Be strong, Joseph. Don't give in. But don't pull away either, okay. That'd also be losing. In fact, that'd be double-losing because then you wouldn't get squat out of losing.]

Mmmm maybe not that.

[Be strong, Joseph. Look somewhere other than his lips. No, not his eyes, you idiot.]

[mylegacy]

Not that . . . okay.

What about . . .

[Oh, it's so hard not to grin at him.]

What about: I like it when you look at me like that.