[Joseph knows he was being at least a little bit of a shit at the tail-end of their conversation. He's used to getting decked at least once, maybe twice when he's acting like that. It's nothing that's really bothered him and he certainly doesn't care of he gets bruises or starts bleeding. There's even something vaguely comforting and very familiar about it when Caesar starts using his fists to get Joseph to knock it off. But there's something about this that feels a little different. At least in comparison to those other fights. The last one on the other hand... It's not just irritation, but actual anger that he's receiving and he doesn't fully understand it.]
[But there's no time to ask where it's coming from or why it's being directed at Joseph. The only thing he can do is just try and ride it out, let Caesar wear himself out and then maybe talk about it. Maybe. Either way, he's not all that concerned about talking when Caesar is stomping down that hard on his foot. Joseph stifles another yelp, this time in pain, by gritting his teeth. He's already up enough on his feet himself to grab onto Caesar with a hand and retaliate with a knee.]
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[But there's no time to ask where it's coming from or why it's being directed at Joseph. The only thing he can do is just try and ride it out, let Caesar wear himself out and then maybe talk about it. Maybe. Either way, he's not all that concerned about talking when Caesar is stomping down that hard on his foot. Joseph stifles another yelp, this time in pain, by gritting his teeth. He's already up enough on his feet himself to grab onto Caesar with a hand and retaliate with a knee.]