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In usual fashion, JoJo and Caesar were bickering, getting on each other’s last damn nerve, and slinging threats around. JoJo learned in a frightfully short amount of time, how to push Caesar’s ignition switch, and set him off.
The Italian let out a thunderous growl and tackled the bigger man to the floor, desperate to shut the loudmouth up before he literally murdered him right there. He ripped the training mask off of JoJo’s face and sent it sailing across the room, a thick clap of the object hitting the nearby wall.
He gripped hard onto the brunette’s jaw, smooshing his lips shut in a shaking hand. “Shut. Up.” His eyes narrowed at wide green eyes staring up at him, slowly blinking. “You haven’t shut up since I met you. You’re too stupid to know what’s good for you.”
JoJo went to speak, and Caesar loosened his hand hesitantly. “...I mean, neither have you. You just can’t stop bragging about-”
Lisa Lisa heard the commotion and sighed wearily, her heels clicking quickly against the marble flooring as she followed the string of cursing and grunts. “Stop.” They paused their wrestling on the floor to stare up at her and froze solid at her icy gaze from under her sunglasses. “What is it, now?”
They both spoke at once, and she waved her hand to silence them. “That’s enough.” She closed her eyes for a moment, then gestured with an elegant finger. “You obviously need some time apart. JoJo, come with me to the mainland. I’ve got some shopping to do, and could use the assistance.”
Caesar watched the two of them leave, his nose wrinkling. He didn’t dare question his master, but wondered to himself how much use JoJo could be to anyone. He pursed his lips as a pang of guilt hit hard. ...He really didn’t mean that. Why was he so harsh on him?
JoJo chattered on endlessly while carrying various groceries, and Lisa Lisa was only half paying attention, as most people did with such a talkative man. She perked up when his tone changed, and the subject of Caesar came up, but she kept her head forward. If he knew she was listening he’d never tell the truth.
“Tch, that damned hot head. He gets so mad about the smallest things.” He smirked and nudged her side with his elbow. “He’s practically a woman, am I right?”
She gave him an unimpressed look, then nodded towards a colorful flower stand. “Well, if that’s what you think, doesn’t he deserve flowers?”
“For what?! You saw what he did to me!” He pointed dramatically at the faint fingerprints still on his jaw.
“The two of you will have to make up eventually. You can’t keep up these childish games. I’ll force you to work together, one way or another.”
His mind immediately shifted to the Hell hole they’d been shoved down before, and made a b-line for the flower stand. “Hah, a moody woman like him needs stupid flowers to cheer up. How ridiculous.”
She crossed her arms and watched him from afar, taking much longer than expected to extend his pointer finger back and forth between the various bouquets.
Caesar heard that boisterous voice through the halls of the villa a few hours later, and made his way towards the source.
“Oh man, I can see his face now!” JoJo sounded amused to no end, and Caesar paused just outside the doorway. ...Did he have more spiders to put on him in his sleep? He’d better fucking not.
Distracted by his resurfacing annoyance, he didn’t see JoJo coming into the next room until they crashed into each other clumsily.
“Ah! Caesar! Look what you did!” JoJo cried out, waving crushed flowers in the blonde’s face.
His eyebrows knit together at the sight of sunflowers shoved against his nose. “...Who the hell are those for? You can’t get a date to save your life!” Caesar winced at his temper. “Ah...listen, JoJo, about earlier…”
“I’m sorry JoJo.”
He clenched his jaw and flashed the brunette a look. “Don’t do that to me, you idiot. Dio mio, I’m here trying to apologize, and you-!” He closed his eyes for a second and pinched the bridge of his nose. “...I’m sorry, JoJo. W-who are those are for?”
He flashed a crooked grin, already trying not to laugh at his own hilarity. “You, of course, ~”
He opened his fat mouth to tell his punch line, but was taken back by Caesar’s warm eyes on the flowers.
Caesar’s eyes returned to JoJo’s face. “...How did you know I like sunflowers?”
JoJo scratched his face and looked away, nonchalantly handing them off to the blonde. “You know I’m good at guessing.”
“Just stay outta my head, you bastard mind reader.”
JoJo cleared his throat loudly. “Are you forgetting something?”
It took Caesar a few beats, and even then he wasn’t entirely sure. “..Thank you?”
“That’s better, sheesh. Can’t even thank me for your favorite flowers? Alright.”
“Shut up, JoJo.”
Over the next few weeks, Caesar would wave his hand over the vase of sunflowers, Hamon energy perking them up for a little while longer. It’d become such a habit for him, he hardly thought anything of it anymore. He liked sunflowers, what other reason would he keep them alive?
“Hey, Caesario~ Have you seen my-?” JoJo’s head tilted to the side at the sight of the thriving flowers.
“Have I seen what?”
His eyes flicked to Caesar’s for a moment, then quickly away again. “Uh...I don’t-”
“Did you seriously forget that quickly? Mamma mia, you big oaf.”
JoJo scoffed and waved off the insults, quickly turning away to hide the smile on his face as he left the room.
When Caesar closed the door behind him, he blinked a few times, stopping in his tracks. He actually needed the thing he went in there for. “Oh, hey wait, Caesar-!”