sleightpunk:
Joseph minds the lateness, of course, but he doesn’t really let on to his sour mood once Caesar carries. Ever since they met he’s felt some weird sort of feeling he can’t quite put his finger on. Sad? Maybe.
Maybe still he just doesn’t wanna figure it out.
“Jeez, man. Get a drink or somethin’.”
“He feels off, though, and it might show.
“What kept you, anyway?”
Of course he’d be asked what kept him from their meeting. Well. How does he say it?
“mincraftisveryaddictive.” he mumbled, sitting in a chair to calm himself down a bit, he knew that was a jumbled mess and groaned. “I got addicted to the building game, minecraft. My teacher assigned us to use the game to build and work with it in relations to our study but. I began to play in Survival so.”
He’d spent hours into the morning after agreeing to meet him here, but he was the one late! He’s frustrated with himself. “I’ll be fine, no drink needed.”
He looked toward Joseph and waits for a response, but.. something felt a little weird. However Caesar wasn’t the exact best at understanding his friends emotions when he hid them so well. What is on his mind? Should he ask? “Are you alright?”
