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"Granny, I don't even know Italian," Joseph Joestar whined. "How are we supposed to house some rotten womanizer guy?" There was no way he'd be able to handle some fairy pasta-ing up the place, as he told all his (two) friends every single day this past week. Nope. No way.
"Jojo, you can't be rude about somebody you've never met before. What if he turns out to be your best friend?" Dammit, Granny Erina. Always so calm. Always so polite. It was great when Joseph was being whiny or having an episode. It wasn't so great when he wanted to complain.
"Um, no. One, that's Smokey. Two, no." He wasn't having any of that. Not today, not tomorrow, and most definitely not for the whole second semester. There was no way he could tolerate that kid.
According to the paperwork, That Kid's name was Caesar Zeppeli. Caesar. Fucking Caesar. He was Italian (as in from Italy, and speaks Italian, and probably does nothing but smell like roses and cilantro). He was also on his way. This Julius brat was probably making, like, 20 girlfriends from his one plane seat. Was he going to date the stewardess? Most likely. Disgusting.
"Wait, where's he gonna sleep? We don't have a guest room. He's gonna cry if we put him on the couch." Joseph crossed and uncrossed his legs as he sat on the arm of the aforementioned couch. He anticipated a certain answer but he prayed that he wasn't about to hear it.
"Nonsense, we're not allowing a guest to sleep on the couch. Don't be ridiculous! He'll sleep in your room, Jojo. Your bed is big enough for the two of you." Aaaaand there it was. Joseph considered catching Caesar's plane on the way back. He could learn Italian. It was kind of like Spanish, which he was learning in school. That same Spanish that he was failing. Oh.
"Could you please give him a chance before making harsh judgements? Also clean your room. Please." Joseph groaned. He didn't want to do either of those things. It was futile to lie about that. He crossed and uncrossed his legs some more. He swung a bit too hard and fell back onto one of the cushions. He used this opportunity to stare at the ceiling as if it'd send stupid Caesar back to stupid Italy where he and his stupid spaghetti belonged. He thought long and hard about how much he despised this douche until Granny Erina repeatedly calling his name brought him to.
"You know he'll be here by tomorrow morning, right? Could you please clean your room before that?" Uh, no. How to get out of this one, he wondered... oh, right!
"Wait, Granny! Tomorrow's Sunday. What about church? You can't miss church." Nice, Joseph thought to himself. Granny couldn't get out of that one!
She grinned at him the same way you grinned at somebody when they said something but you didn't hear them, even after asking them to repeat themself numerous times. "Nice try. Please go clean your room, or no dessert." Joseph remained on the couch. No dessert? Pfft. Like that would be an issue. "Did I mention dessert is strawberry cheesecake?"
Like that, Joseph was gone.