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"Leave a message, per favore; I'll be back before you know it."
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"Leave a message, per favore; I'll be back before you know it."
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Now you're just trying to flatter me to death.
I'm just joking.
Could I ask you something? You don't have to answer if you'd rather not, but I think you know by now anything between us isn't going to be told to anyone else.
Could I ask you something? You don't have to answer if you'd rather not, but I think you know by now anything between us isn't going to be told to anyone else.
[Oh. That's not what he meant to do at all. He pulls back a little in alarm, but he doesn't get far, because Joseph's burying his face in his neck and so he's sort of stuck. Not in a bad way, but he wants to see Joseph's face, to make sure that everything's okay.]
[Hesitantly, he brings one hand up to rest at Joseph's hip again, one to comb through his hair. After a moment, he presses a kiss to Joseph's jaw as well as he can manage, trying to be reassuring.]
Not good?
[Hesitantly, he brings one hand up to rest at Joseph's hip again, one to comb through his hair. After a moment, he presses a kiss to Joseph's jaw as well as he can manage, trying to be reassuring.]
Not good?
Is it difficult to trust Jotaro for some reason?
I'm not demanding you should or trying to talk you into anything. It's just a question, that's all.
I'm not demanding you should or trying to talk you into anything. It's just a question, that's all.
Can I ask why specifically?
I'm just...trying to understand, that's all.
I'm just...trying to understand, that's all.
I don't think much of anything makes sense anymore, honestly.
It's okay. You don't have to tell me if you'd rather not.
It's okay. You don't have to tell me if you'd rather not.
I wasn't planning on it. Like I said, it was only a question--I won't argue, I'll just listen.
All right.
My grandfather died for Jojo's grandfather. When I mean Jojo, he didn't know anything about his family. So I thought he didn't care, just like I'd thought his grandfather didn't care. It didn't matter who died for them as long as they lived long enough to forget those sacrifices.
My grandfather died for Jojo's grandfather. When I mean Jojo, he didn't know anything about his family. So I thought he didn't care, just like I'd thought his grandfather didn't care. It didn't matter who died for them as long as they lived long enough to forget those sacrifices.
[Back up, delete that. It was a statement of confusion more than anything argumentative, but Kakyoin erased it and started over from another angle.]
You said that's what you thought. What do you think about it now?
Edited 2016-04-19 07:47 (UTC)
I know Jojo cares now. His grandmother kept things from him the way my father kept things from me. The way Jojo's mother kept things from both of us. But that doesn't make it right.
I trust Jojo with my life. I don't question that anymore. Maybe I think he's an exception — no, I know I do. But I know now that not everything I thought before was wrong.
I want to trust Jotaro, that he's an exception in the same way. I know you do. But wanting it and believing it just aren't the same.
I trust Jojo with my life. I don't question that anymore. Maybe I think he's an exception — no, I know I do. But I know now that not everything I thought before was wrong.
I want to trust Jotaro, that he's an exception in the same way. I know you do. But wanting it and believing it just aren't the same.
I think I understand. I can kind of understand exceptions like that if nothing else. I want to say a hundred stupid things that would probably come off sounding insincere at best and starting a fight at worst, so I won't say any of it right now.
I do think he'd want you to trust him. But I'm not going to blame you just because it isn't always that easy to trust people in general. All I wanted for my part was to figure out what your perspective was on it.
I do think he'd want you to trust him. But I'm not going to blame you just because it isn't always that easy to trust people in general. All I wanted for my part was to figure out what your perspective was on it.
Because understanding people is important to me, because I like you and want to know you a little better, because I'm probably too curious for my own good?
Pick one, they all apply fairly well.
Pick one, they all apply fairly well.
You already know I'll say he does. But I'm heavily biased, so take that as you will. But for what it's worth, I think he and I both know you're a good person.
...Let me try that again.
You're a good person in much the same way I think I am, which is to say we're somewhat awful people with decent morality.
...Let me try that again.
You're a good person in much the same way I think I am, which is to say we're somewhat awful people with decent morality.
Sometimes is still better than never.
It doesn't bother me. Besides, I did the same thing so I should apologize too.
It doesn't bother me. Besides, I did the same thing so I should apologize too.
[Well, as far as having Caesar leave it alone, Joseph's brilliant plan of just hiding his face in Caesar's neck fails spectacularly. But he doesn't mind it quite as much as he thought he would because he likes it when Caesar is gentle towards him as well. Before he arrived here, he wouldn't have really thought Caesar could be gentle. One might make the assumption with all the womanizing he's done that he might have picked it up somewhere along the line, but Joseph never really saw any of that. It was more just like slowing down his momentum than being gentle.]
[But Caesar's gentle with Joseph a lot and he likes it because it never feels like Caesar's coddling him or trying to be a condescending jackass. He uses his gentleness sometimes as a means of apologizing. Sometimes it's just a way of checking in. Sometimes he just wants Joseph to feel better. Whatever his reasons for doing it, it always feel safe. Like maybe the rest of the world might want to consider watching out if Caesar finds out it's behind whatever's upset Joseph or it plans on trying to.]
[Joseph closes his eyes for a moment while Caesar's fingers are running through his hair as he just focuses on the feel and scent of Caesar. And he means the real scent of Caesar, not just the things that Caesar wears that when Joseph smells out of context reminds him of Caesar like soap and freshly cut flowers. It's what's right beneath that that Joseph hadn't really noticed until he got close and realized what he felt. Caesar's not an entirely warm person. If anything, he can be cold and distant. But he smells almost like a warm summer day, the kind where the heat's not too harsh to do anything but all you want to do is take a nap under a tree anyway. Joseph opens his eyes after that moment or two, turning his head a little, coming out of his hiding place only a little.]
No, it's fine. It just... [He disappears back into his hiding place, bye. Mumbling, he finishes,] It just tickled a little.
[But Caesar's gentle with Joseph a lot and he likes it because it never feels like Caesar's coddling him or trying to be a condescending jackass. He uses his gentleness sometimes as a means of apologizing. Sometimes it's just a way of checking in. Sometimes he just wants Joseph to feel better. Whatever his reasons for doing it, it always feel safe. Like maybe the rest of the world might want to consider watching out if Caesar finds out it's behind whatever's upset Joseph or it plans on trying to.]
[Joseph closes his eyes for a moment while Caesar's fingers are running through his hair as he just focuses on the feel and scent of Caesar. And he means the real scent of Caesar, not just the things that Caesar wears that when Joseph smells out of context reminds him of Caesar like soap and freshly cut flowers. It's what's right beneath that that Joseph hadn't really noticed until he got close and realized what he felt. Caesar's not an entirely warm person. If anything, he can be cold and distant. But he smells almost like a warm summer day, the kind where the heat's not too harsh to do anything but all you want to do is take a nap under a tree anyway. Joseph opens his eyes after that moment or two, turning his head a little, coming out of his hiding place only a little.]
No, it's fine. It just... [He disappears back into his hiding place, bye. Mumbling, he finishes,] It just tickled a little.
. . . It tickled?
[He hums a little, considering, leans his head sideways to rest against Joseph's. It's sort of odd. He doesn't feel like he has to measure up to anything here, not really. Maybe part of that has to do with Joseph's relative inexperience, but mostly he just — he's comfortable. There are worries, of course, but they feel far away now, too far to touch him, to touch either of them. The only things here in front of him are simple concerns: what does he want? What does Joseph want? How can he give as many of things to both of them as possible?]
[After a moment's thought, he turns and dips his head to kiss Joseph under the jaw, lips slightly parted, not light enough to tickle. When he speaks, it's with a smile pressed against Joseph's throat, his hand sliding down to brush knuckles against Joseph's thigh again.]
I wasn't trying to tickle you. Tell me what's better? I want to make you happy.
[He hums a little, considering, leans his head sideways to rest against Joseph's. It's sort of odd. He doesn't feel like he has to measure up to anything here, not really. Maybe part of that has to do with Joseph's relative inexperience, but mostly he just — he's comfortable. There are worries, of course, but they feel far away now, too far to touch him, to touch either of them. The only things here in front of him are simple concerns: what does he want? What does Joseph want? How can he give as many of things to both of them as possible?]
[After a moment's thought, he turns and dips his head to kiss Joseph under the jaw, lips slightly parted, not light enough to tickle. When he speaks, it's with a smile pressed against Joseph's throat, his hand sliding down to brush knuckles against Joseph's thigh again.]
I wasn't trying to tickle you. Tell me what's better? I want to make you happy.
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