✧ thug

[bolledivita]

[Caesar--not Zeppeli, God, he would sooner die before using his father's name ever again--is little better than a common thug. He doesn't care.

He hasn't cared about much of anything in years.

His mother is gone, his father took off... one too many fights and he was deemed too much trouble for any of the neighbors to take in, so he hasn't seen his little siblings in a long time.

Hah. They'd probably be ashamed if they saw him now. His mother definitely would be, he's sure. Whatever.

What matters is the here and now and what's going on here and now is that clearly rich young man taking a stroll down the wrong fucking alleyway here. His hand tightens around his wrench briefly before he launches himself towards this young man with the wrench raised above his head, those weird sparks coming off of it--]

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[andnextyoullsay]

[Only for the young man to sidestep and throw a hand up, blocking the wrench with nothing more than his hand and hamon. Honestly.]

Your next line will be "how did you know I was there?"

[bolledivita]

How did you know I was there?!

[... Wait, hang on, what the fuck--]

[andnextyoullsay]

[Joseph just laughs.]

I may not be properly trained in hamon, but I know enough to know the sound of someone gearing up to use it! Not to mention your boots are hideous and far too big, and you sound a bit clunky when you walk.

[bolledivita]

[He lowers the wrench.]

... What? What the hell are you talking about?

[What the fuck is hamon?]

[andnextyoullsay]

[Well then.

Joseph gestures to the boots.]

Those are at least half a size too large for you. They give you away.

[bolledivita]

--Not that, coglione, what the fuck is hamon?!

[andnextyoullsay]

...the sparks from your wrench? And from my hands? You know, magic sunshine life energy?

[bolledivita]

[Yeah, you lost him, Joseph.]

[andnextyoullsay]

Oh my God, seriously? You're using something without even knowing what it is?!

[bolledivita]

I didn't even know I was doing anything?!

[andnextyoullsay]

Do you seriously expect me to believe you never noticed the sparks from your wrench?

[bolledivita]

I noticed them, but that doesn't mean I knew what they are!

[Or... that he was doing it...

Joseph, you absolutely have a certified idiot on your hands here.]

[andnextyoullsay]

For God's sake...alright, you're coming with me. Granny Erina and Uncle Speedwagon will know what to do with you. Even I know you can't go around using hamon willy-nilly like that.

[Just grabbing this idiot by the arm and dragging him off, yep.]

[bolledivita]

Wha--?!

[And because he's not expecting it, it doesn't take much for Caesar to be dragged off.]

[andnextyoullsay]

Don't try to fight it, I will very likely win and even if I don't I will make a nuisance of myself!

[Like he isn't doing that already.]

What's your name?

[bolledivita]

You're already a nuisance!

[He's not actually trying to fight it, at least.]

... Caesar.

[andnextyoullsay]

Yes, so imagine how much worse I can be!

[Joseph no.]

Joseph Joestar, but most people call me Jojo.

[bolledivita]

[Well. Hopefully Joseph wasn't expecting a "nice to meet you" or anything.

Caesar falls quiet as he's dragged along, until--]

Where are we even going?

[andnextyoullsay]

The hotel, obviously. I was supposed to be looking for a place to buy British tea, but I'm sure Granny Erina will understand.

[bolledivita]

[THIS ANSWERS NOTHING but Caesar'll shut up until they get to the hotel.]

[andnextyoullsay]

[Smart boy!

They get to the hotel and Joseph ignores anyone who tries to stop him and Caesar as he makes his way to an outdoor area on the side, where Erina and Speedwagon are sitting with their lunch.

It's Erina who speaks up.]

Jojo? Who's this, then?

He tried to mug me with hamon, except he doesn't know what hamon even is.

[bolledivita]

Caesar. My name's Caesar.

[Speedwagon takes a good long look at the teenager, then glances at Erina.]

And your last name, young man?

... Don't have one.

[andnextyoullsay]

[Erina shares that look. There is absolutely no way this boy isn't William's grandson or something, but if he doesn't want to use his last name--assuming he even knows it--they can't force him to.]

Well. You've already met my Jojo. I am his grandmother, Erina Joestar, and this is Robert Speedwagon, a long-time friend. Would you like to have lunch with us?

[Never mind that he was attempting to mug Joseph.]

[bolledivita]

Wh--

[Caesar is baffled. He just tried to mug this woman's grandson, why is she inviting him to have lunch--

Caesar's stomach answers before he does with a loud noise--he doesn't remember the last time he had a proper meal, and the temptation of lunch is just too great.

He nods, cheeks tinging a bit pink from embarrassment, as he hesitantly sits down into a chair that Speedwagon's pulled out for him.]

[andnextyoullsay]

[Joseph flops into the seat next to him, straightening up when Erina gives him a Look.]

I know neither of you are actual hamon users, but I couldn't just let him keep using it without knowing. Uncle Speedwagon, do you have any contacts?