[It took Kakyoin a little under five minutes to get to the beach, trailing Hierophant behind him. He'd left behind the coat to his uniform, wearing a white collared shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his forearms.]
[...Seriously, why was it so damn hot everywhere? The Sahara hadn't been this uncomfortable.]
[Caesar takes a little longer. Not because he's suffering from inexplicable heatstroke, but because he doesn't have a Stand to hop around with. Also because he's lollygagging. Fight him about it.]
[He raises his eyebrows at Kakyoin dubiously when he sees him.]
Did you want to talk to me about your poor choices in outerwear?
Okay, okay. Like I said, I have something for you. And I want you to have it, but at the same time I'm not sure if it's overstepping some line I'm not completely aware of. So what I'm getting that is I'm going to give you something, and if you want to punch me for getting involved in something that's none of my business, I won't stop you.
...If you do, just give me a chance to take my glasses off first.
[Without hesitating much more than that, he took an envelope out of his pocket and held it out. Inside was a photograph of a teenage Joseph Joestar, as much a grinning smartass as ever.]
[...Kakyoin calmly took off his glasses, just in case.]
[That feels like being punched right in the face. Yes it does. Like dying all over again. Like when Jotaro held out the stupid belt and expected him to understand it. Kakyoin is expecting him to understand this, and he doesn't. He doesn't understand this at all.]
[He hates that. And he hates Joseph. And he hates Kakyoin a lot right now, in large part because of how pathetically grateful he feels. Fuck that.]
[Every muscle in his body is tense, like he's ready to fight. Slowly, he lifts his eyes and stares at Kakyoin evenly.]
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[...Seriously, why was it so damn hot everywhere? The Sahara hadn't been this uncomfortable.]
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[He raises his eyebrows at Kakyoin dubiously when he sees him.]
Did you want to talk to me about your poor choices in outerwear?
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[...did no one else notice it?]
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[FUSSES AT LOUDLY . . .]
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[for fuck's sake]
If we have to fight the sun again, I'm going to be pissed.
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[fjldksflksd WHEEZES]
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I can't reach that far. Hierophant has a better chance of that.
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[when caesar zeppeli thinks you are being too serious....]
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[...is he being so serious he's looped into sarcasm]
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We'd just shoot it.
i'm sorry i could not help myself
oh my god
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What do you want, Kakyoin?
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...If you do, just give me a chance to take my glasses off first.
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[sighs.....]
All right. Show me.
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[...Kakyoin calmly took off his glasses, just in case.]
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[That feels like being punched right in the face. Yes it does. Like dying all over again. Like when Jotaro held out the stupid belt and expected him to understand it. Kakyoin is expecting him to understand this, and he doesn't. He doesn't understand this at all.]
[He hates that. And he hates Joseph. And he hates Kakyoin a lot right now, in large part because of how pathetically grateful he feels. Fuck that.]
[Every muscle in his body is tense, like he's ready to fight. Slowly, he lifts his eyes and stares at Kakyoin evenly.]
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