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I'm going to kill you and then I'm going to kill her too.

Are you jealous that I know how to do something and you don't? ✧*｡٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و✧*｡

No, I'm getting a headache thinking of all the ways you're going to use this to annoy me.

Oh c'mon, Caesar, don't be like that. They're cute!

[There's a long pause before...]

Look at this one and tell me it's not cute:

(っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )

[~~Let the gay chicken begin.~~]

[Um.]

I can't tell what it is.

[HE LIED, LYINGLY.]

[...How can he not...? Joseph frowns deeply at his communicator.]

Yeah, I guess it gets kind hard to tell when there's more than one face. [...Sure.] Okay, what about this one then?

(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)

You think that's cute?

[It's pretty cute. But. Mmm.]

What? No. I didn't say I think it's cute. I just think a girl would think it's cute is all.

I'm trying to help you.

[.............smooth.]

[Mmm.]

I don't need help.

I think it's cute. But I don't think a girl would. That's cheesier than anything I do.

Oh, so now you have standards? Fine.

Then don't come crying to me later because you wanna know how to make emojis and don't know how.

I'm not gonna show you. (҂⌣̀_⌣́)

You didn't ask if I thought girls would think it was cute. You asked if I thought it was cute. I told you I did. Why are you annoyed?

[...Wait. Why is he annoyed? Normally Joseph would just spit out any old answer whether it was right or not, but he's paying more attention than normal to this entire conversation. He's annoyed because...because...]

Because I don't really care what you think about it.

[A moment later:]

ᄽὁȍ ̪ őὀᄿ

Fuck off, Joseph.

[Also that's a lie, even Caesar can tell. In revenge, not really thinking about it:]

(ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)

[Good Lord, it's a good thing this a texting conversation because Joseph is immediately trying to figure out if Caesar meant to send that or if he even knows what it is.]

You can't even tell what that face is, can you? [Except how can he not? No, he just has to not understand. That's all.] That's not an angry face, dumbass. Look, I'll send you what I'm using.

[Joseph sends along the link to the file a few seconds later.]

Don't insult my intelligence. I know what it is.

[And then, maturely:]

You sent it first.

So? I was just showing it to you.

[He comes very close to typing out Why did YOU send it to ME?, but he stops himself. The question's implied anyway, isn't it? There's no need to ask directly.]

And I was just seeing if you thought it was cute.

[...What? Joseph is intensely frowning at his communicator again. He's starting to think maybe text wasn't the right way to go about this. It's too difficult to get a good read on Caesar even if it's giving him time to think about what's happening.]

[Maybe it's the time to think that's the problem. After probably too-long-to-be-natural delay,]

Duh.

[It's no big deal.]

[He really has no idea what Joseph's damage is. So what if he's flirting a little - it's not as though Joseph ever actually picks up on that. It's just something he does to. Torture himself, probably.]

So you do care what I think.

What?

You cared whether I thought it was cute. Not because of girls. Which was ridiculous to say anyway, you hate when I talk to girls.

[Well, he can't really lie about that now that he's getting called out on it.]

Only because you always get so cheesy. And you lie to the girls.

[He's not jealous though. Forget what Ino says. And hey, this isn't about him anyway. He's trying to figure out if Caesar's gay or not here. That's got nothing to do with Joseph.]

I never lied to Ino.

[He's actually sort of confused about why Joseph got so mad about that.]

It'd only be a matter of time before you tried to pull some kind of Casanova bullshit with her.

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