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The movements came much more quickly than he could ever anticipate, Kou Mukami being far more unstable than Joseph could give him credit for. It was like a switch fliipped, and Joseph found himself pressed against the wall- a knife digging into the corner of his lip before he could even give himself a chance to react to the initial blow.

He had remembered hearing of crimes that exercised the same method of torture, originating in a land not too far from his home country. To think he would fall victim to something his Nana would warn him about in the past... here, of all places. How dare he!? How dare this fucker make him break his promises to his grandmother?! His grandmother... did she worry? He missed her. What an odd time to be thinking of her, but... if she found out about Joseph's struggle, with no doubt, she would weep for him. It was because of people like Kou Mukami that his grandmother faced burdens such as fear and worry...

The thought would make his blood boil, his hands reaching up to grip at Kou's wrists. Yells of pain and frustration would escape him as his human strength would prove to be worthless against a creature like this. Even as the other side of his mouth was carved, he struggled. He refused to admit defeat, even after he had been tossed onto the ground.

His yells were silenced by the blows to his stomach - and he could have sworn he felt the crack of some of his ribs. Even in a desperate situation like this, he would do his best to keep his mind clear. He would do well to remember the victims of Glasgow. Most of them had bled to death. With that in mind, as Kou would take his sweet time in kicking and brutalizing the Joestar, he reached to his scarf, pulling it over his mouth and tightening it in a weak attempt to stop the bleeding, for now.

"H... Hah..." The moment he would open his mouth, he regretted it. The cuts had an unmatched sting to them. Note to self, Joseph, keep your goddamn mouth shut for once in your life. It was a realization made just before he felt the tug at his hair, his eyes meeting those of the vampire in a forced gaze. Though he would not speak, he would convey his message in the best way he could. A sharp gaze, one that spoke of determination in his darkest hour.

Go fuck yourself!

In all honesty, he wished he could have said it. He would save himself the agony, however, reaching up and gripping the vampire's wrist again. An act, along with a gaze, filled with nothing but defiance. If he were to die here... he would do it proudly.

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He didn’t recall being tossed around. In general, he didn’t remember dying… Honestly, that was for the best.

Who knew how he’d react.

The jump startled Azusa but he’d managed to keep his hold. A soft uwah emitted from the youngest Mukami in turn, his displeasure visible for a moment.. But he’d grown curious when the other spoke. “… … Yooms?” Did he mean Yuma? “Ah… … A nickname…? For Yuma… I know Yooms… He’s…” Family. But he’d trailed off before saying so.

Wait—-

Why was he trying to get away?

If Joseph knew Yuma was there a reason for him to slip away? In response, he’d started to dig his nailed into the other’s arms. He wasn’t purposely trying to threaten or intimidate the other. Not really. It was just that he didn’t want to let go just yet… Chances were if the other had slipped away, Azusa may have gotten upset. Well. More confused than anything. For now, he listened quietly to what the other had to say.

"Hehe… Yuma.. His smell… … Hmm… Like dirt…?"

Honestly, that was likely a compliment of some sort. It was something familiar to him… The smell of soil after work was finished. It was Yuma. But as he continued to listen to the taller male, he’d tilted his head to the side at one point. What did he say? “Eh…? Kick his ass… No… I won’t let you do that… … I definitely won’t…” Aggravated by what may as well have been a joke, the minor distress could be noticed in his voice. He’d even bared his fangs at the taller man in response to his words.

However, his expression had changed after a moment of thought… A grin formed and he seemed to ignore the rest of what Joseph said. So he had no plans to let go anytime soon, it seemed… If anything, his grip on the other’s arm had loosened only to tighten once again, his hands moving further up the other’s arm as he watched Joseph’s expressions.

"If you’d like to… … You can do that to me… … Hurt me instead… Not Yuma… … Or I’ll hurt you… … Ah— Unless you’d like to be hurt anyway… …"

"Yes… Punch me… I’m sure your punches will hurt… … Do you not want to?… If you don’t like it you can punish me some other way… …"

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"... Yer brothers, right? I forget yer name... but I know he's got a whole group o'ya guys." Joseph certainly had no difficulty answering that question for the little guy. The familial bond that he had seen between the vampires... it was nice, to be honest. He couldn't help but be a little envious, but-- Oh.

Nails. Digging into his skin.

"O-Oi! Watch it, you ain't a cat!" Well, it wasn't like it actually hurt. Joseph's pain tolerance was something to be impressed by, after all, but... still... this guy wasn't the most socially inclined, was he? He always attracted these types... With a sigh, he would submit to the clinging, letting this vampire cling onto his arm like a toddler at a jungle gym. What a sight, he thought.

The behemoth noticed something, however. His words, they had offended the other. Huh... "No, no, not like that! I love Yooms, you kiddin'? I'd never wanna hurt 'em like that." He lifted his free hand, as if trying to communicate via some... odd body language.

"See, me n'Yooms... we kinda beat up on each other all th'time. Fer fun, y'know? Trust me, he can take it, but he leaves a mark! I got bruises from yer giant of a brother!" Yeah, like Joseph has any room to be calling anyone a giant. Even still, he sighed, especially upon remembering a key detail from Azusa's trial. He... liked pain. Or something like that. Was that why he wanted Joseph to punch him?

"... Why would I wanna punish ya? You ain't done nothin' wrong, n'I got no reason t'beat ya up. Ya... actually don't seem too bad, huh." It was true. He could get used to this whole clinging thing - it wasn't the first time someone had taken advantage of his size to do such a thing. "Besides, I bet Yooms'd be kickin' my ass if I laid a finger on ya, dontcha think? See... I don't really like bein' hurt, especially by fuckin' trucks like yer brother. So... let's just kinda. Not."

Unlike some of you assholes, Joseph Joestar is letting himself be merry, celebrating this holiday to its fullest by dressing up as a big, merry dinosaur. On top of that, he'll be spending his day outside of his room, handing out candy to whoever might come by.

"Hehehe, y'like that one? Well guess what, y'can't have it! That's my favorite! Take this one instead!"

There you go, stranger. Sorry for him.

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steak knives ♪ joseph

—Haaah? ♪

Was that—did he just… mm. Oh no, no. That would simply not do. ♪

It seemed the oaf had attempted to undermine him. Perhaps he was far stupider than Kou originally gave him credit for! An absolute spectacle in idiocy, he was, to speak to him this way. Impressive, really! To act as though he had any means to assert himself over Kou. To act as though he could defy him in dominance and strength; no. Not even those balloon muscles of his could ever hope to be greater than what the vampire wrought. He would learn that soon enough. ♪

Now, perhaps. ♪

What a brave fool, he thought with a grin. He didn’t like his nickname? But it was so fitting for this entire act of incapacity! Too bad. Too fucking bad you dumbass. Kou had been behaving so nicely before, too… so much for that, right? Being nice had never really gotten him much farther than aggression could, anyway. His kindness had been such a waste… and he certainly hated being wasted by anyone. Especially someone so far beneath him as this. Not now, not ever again. —Ah, would you look at that. This was for the best, then! How nice of this Joseph Joestar to show him the way, to correct where he had been lacking, too. Haha, it almost made up for what he said. The tone in his voice, his tangible revolting arrogance. The assumptions he had made about Kou. ♪

Almost. ♪

"… …Ah, Meathead-kun~. You seem to misunderstand me, ne?” ♪

A big mistake. He did not turn just yet; instead, he advanced farther into the kitchen, where the utensils lay. Ah, there they were, just where he expected. A pale, slender hand would pluck a rather gorgeous knife from a set of about five — not too large but definitely not too small — which he brought to the light to study. What a beautiful glow! Guess he had learned a thing or two from Azusa’s old collection at home; a blade of this size and cut would cause the best kind of pain. Good, good. Fantastic! ♪

Now he would finally face the other, finger on the tip of the knife. He tapped against it a few times, growing in pressure, before a small bead of blood pooled; he smiled at it. Delighted to see it. "… Although I would hardly expect a simpleton like you to understand me at all.” His grin grew. "… I’ll tell y’what, Meathead-kun — I will make it very clear for you because I’m feeling kind today~." ♪

Lucky you, JoJo! His steps were slow, assured of himself in their speed and weight. Heavier and heavier until he was close to Joseph once more. "… Whatever you think you are? Does not compare to who I am.” The knife was moved in his hand to slice along his finger; ah, even the scent of his own blood was intoxicating! Sweet like apple candy~. He raised the blade now stained in red close to Joseph’s face. “I am the one asking the questions, okay~? Me. Only me, Meathead-kun. Please don’t make me repeat myself…” ♪

"… …unless you would like to play with me? Heh~.” ♪

In all honesty... he was a little bummed. He had hoped to be on good terms with Yuma's brothers once he got the chance to meet them, after all, that Azusa guy didn't seem all too bad. But this guy... this guy really ticked him off. Even worse, he had an apparent problem with Joseph before they had even met face-to-face! How the hell was he supposed to fix a situation like that, especially when he found himself victim to some apparent show of power? Sadly, he found it hard to be intimidated by a little squirt like this, vampiric strength present or not. In all honesty, all he saw before him was a brat who didn't like the idea of his brother hanging out with those supposedly lesser than he. Humans in general? Maybe...

Huh. It'd been so long, but he was still pretty good at reading the intentions of others, wasn't he? ... He hoped so, anyways. In a way, this guy was just a bit unpredictable. It wouldn't be anything too hard to handle, he hoped. Worst case scenario, he could just book it, right? It was about time he put that SHSL to use, anyways.

It would be a lie to say Joseph didn't have a clue of where this was going the instant he saw the vampire turn for the utensils, and honestly, all he could do was let out an exasperated sigh. Why. Why do these things happen, he wondered. His thoughts were only confirmed as he watched Kou raise a knife-- wait. He's cutting himself with it? What's up with all these vampires and getting off to pain? Was that... a vampire thing, he wondered? Either way, he stared calmly for once in his life, arms crossed over his chest as he squinted.

"Okay, no." He let out a sigh, raising his hand and pushing the blade away from his face. "I'd rather not play, since, y'know, I'm about ninety-nine percent sure that yer idea of playin' involves cuttin' me up, yeah?" He was doing his best to maintain calm, but slip-ups were such a human error. Like an idiot, he opened his big mouth again, letting aggression take over his once-calm demeanor.

"By th'way, what I think I am is someone with basic manners, unlike yer sorry ass. Besides, I dunno if y'know this, but dumpin' someone's dinner all over th'fuckin' ground n'rubbin' it all over 'em ain't exactly th'best first impression. I dunno what I'm misunderstandin', so spit it out!"

#eyedolizes #kou 001

steak knives ♪ joseph

Ugh, god. ♪

The smell had been terrible enough… His voice, too? What a disgusting creature. Truly disgusting. And that horrid nickname? As if he deserved to call his younger brother something so horribly affectionate and familial. Those bonds, those names were earned. What on earth was Yuma thinking spending any time with this empty-headed muscle moron anyway? He really couldn’t see it.. and yet… no, he was not here to dissect Yuma’s choices. Not this time, anyway. He had a score to settle, a playing field to level with this ape of a man. ♪

An assertion of power. ♪

And so he maintained his charm despite his growing temper. That sweetness was always his greatest trick. With such a man as this, however… more and more difficult it became to hold himself back. How dare he offer him such filth on a platter. Did he not realize who he was talking to? …Ah. Perhaps he would allow himself some fun before making his demands—erm, “chatting” with him. As the foolish behemoth offered him the fried slop, he moved almost like he wanted to take it and—oops! Down it went to the floor, the plate breaking in the process, food scattering everywhere. A pity, really… not that Kou cared in the slightest. ♪

"Oh~" He said with feigned surprise, the edges of his voice curving to a taunt of sorts, "… Looks like you should be a little more careful with those sausage fingers, Joseph-kun~. … Although… it does seem to suit you!” The smaller of the two crouched to grab a lone drumstick, reaching up and tapping Joseph on his forehead with it. "Meat fingers for that meathead of yours! …Meathead-kun, yes! That is just perfect for you, ne~?” ♪

A couple more heavy taps on the idiot’s forehead before he threw the chicken aside. Rest in fucking pieces. He wiped his hand free of dirt and grease on Joseph’s shoulder for good measure… surely a filthy boorish man like him would be used to such grime. ♪

"Speaking of Yuma-kun," He made space between them once more, walking further into the kitchen, "It seems you two are rather… close. Is this not true, Meathead-kun? Are you good pals with my younger brother Yuma-kun? Don’t be shy~." The other would turn and smile following an uncomfortable pause, breaking the silence on his terms only. ♪

"Are you… friends?” ♪

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Well, so much for that positive thinking. It didn't seem like the vampire was too keen on simply checking Joseph out, no... this was an act of intimidation, one that he would have a rather hard time actually falling for. The most he felt was an irritation, especially at the idea that his food was gone, now.

The Joestar's expression would fall with his chicken, lips parting as a light whine left him. He'd put so much effort into that fried chicken, too! Then again... that wasn't really what he cared about. This guys attitude... his gaze would flick back up to the vampire, just in time for some of the fallen meal to be used as a prod. He had half a mind to reach up and grab this guy's wrist, to break it right then and there, but there was one thought that was keeping him calm.

Don't hurt him. Yuma cares about him too much.

He'd seen it when they interacted, when they died together, the Mukamis were a tightly knit bunch. If he were to be the cause of something that harmed his friend's family, there was no way that anything good would come out of it. After all... hadn't that been what Caesar was pushing at all along? Think before you act, and he sure was thinking, even as the stranger wiped the grease off on his shirt. Damn - that was one of his nice shirts, too!!

His fingers twitched, an act of self control barely keeping him from grabbing at the other male. Something told him that this guy seemed to be the elitist type, one that would certainly react poorly if Joseph laid a single finger on him. It was hard... but Joseph's goal was to neutralize the situation right now.

"Not really sure what I did t'ya, but... didn't I just say t'call me JoJo? Meathead ain't really my thing, y'know...?" He spoke in a low tone, brows knit as he struggled to stay calm. He wondered for a moment if the smaller's anger was based on his friendship with Yuma... a sort of possessiveness, maybe? Was he not good enough to this guy? A scoff.

"Yeah, me n'Yooms 're real good pals. Let's get to th'point, though. Ya don't seem too pleased 'bout it, huh?"

#eyedolizes #kou 001

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steak knives ♪ joseph

Stupid, the lot of them. All of them were stupid. ♪

Kou had known that from the very beginning. In his first moments here, his very first trial even, they had all proven this to be true. A universal truth that seemed to cross dimensions and even follow him in here: humans, a total waste. He had once been a waste but even he had been nothing like them. No, he and his brothers were different… they were better, now, weren’t they? ♪

Or so he had thought. To stand in the middle of that trial room, learning that their youngest had just been murdered at the hands of a disgusting female ghoul, watching Ruki, supposedly the oldest and the rock of the family, spend all of his time and attention on nothing more than an empty, vapid little bitch. That Mami Tomoe… rumor has it she had gone. Ruki, himself, similarly disappearing… that slut, that god damned slut of a woman. No, a girl — not even that. Livestock. Livestock that overwhelmed their oldest brother, perhaps under the pretense of love… love? For a human girl? Disgusting. Ruki had truly shown his colors… those horrid displays of affectionate love that shouldn’t exist for their kind. He could no longer be trusted. ♪

To think, he would be next to shoulder the family’s burdens as Ruki had failed them. Even he forgot sometimes that he was the second oldest… yes, his brothers surely needed his guidance. They would solve and conquer this place together as one family, just as they had done so many times before… ♪

And so, his possession grew. Kou was a firm believer in keeping what was rightfully his. In a world that had taken from him for so long… he would not allow it any further. Not here, not with these wretched human beings and their disgusting selfishness. It was a life he had—no. A constant reminder: he was and had been nothing like them. Even in his human years he had only been subjected to their torment and greed. No longer. No longer. And to make this possible…. there was one, yes. Someone he had to have a little chat with. ♪

His scent was easy to find; simply, Kou sniffed the air for the scent of his younger brother Yuma. Absolutely nauseating, a damned shame, really. He trusted his brother’s judgment most of the time, and yet with all that had happened, it was his duty to make sure nothing more would occur. Not at the hands of these filthy ingrates. The large behemoth of a fool was easily located following Yuma’s scent; Kou found him in the kitchen… oh, perfect. He was all alone. ♪

Just perfect. ♪

"You." He smiled from the doorway, deceitful sweetness. Always such a liar. "… You’re Joseph-kun, aren’t you? Joseph Joestar~." A terrible name, really, befitting what he expected was a terrible person. Save for Yuma’s scent, he certainly smelled terrible, but his senses would have to take the beating for now. It would be worth the trouble, he assured himself. ♪

"Friends with Yuma-kun… my brother~.” ♪

#eyedolizes #kou 001 #well bye koukou puff

The idea of vampires seeking him out was still very foreign to the Joestar, but after the youngest of the Mukami clan had come swinging to his side, he... kind of decided that he should expect it. He remembered how tight-knit the bunch had been, even in death... it was only natural that they wanted to check up on who their brother was hanging out with, right?

At least, that's what he kept trying to tell himself. In all honesty, it was a little nerve-wracking, wondering when the next Mukami would show up to check him out. What if they all weren't as nice as Yuma? ... Well... That was an idea quickly brushed aside. Yuma wouldn't associate with cruel individuals, he thought.

For the first time in what seemed to be ages, the grandson of the Joestar Estate found himself in the kitchen, not for ice cream, but for an actual meal. He wasn't too bad at cooking, he thought, so why not try to make himself something good... like fried chicken? God, that was still the best. It was a relief that he managed to make the meal without dumping hot oil all down the front of his leg, but one entire plate of fried chicken later, and the behemoth motioned to leave, only to see a small figure blocking his path. Oh. Well that's fine.

"Huh?"

He blinked. Oh... this must've been it, huh. That assumption rang clear as Yuma was brought up. Come on, Joseph, be cool. Remember, he's just here checking you out, seeing what your deal is. He remembered being just as curious to see who Caesar, the closest thing he had to a brother in this hellish place, had aligned himself with, after all... he understood that feeling.

"Yeah, s'me! Joseph Joestar, at yer service. Call me JoJo, though. How's Yooms doin', by th'way? I'd like t'say he's feelin' beter now that 'is hand's all fixed, but then again, that ain't up t'me, huh? Yer 'is brother, you'd know more than me." He shrugged, lifting up his plate of chicken. Ugh... parting is such sweet sorrow, but...

"Do ya eat normal food? I mean, I'm learnin' a whole bunch 'bout all y'all... I got some chicken t'spare." There was a sheepish grin on his expression as he held the plate out, already offering him some of his meal. He hated sharing chicken, fucking hated it! But... really, why did he make this much? He's just going to get fat like that!

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Joseph had a very rough sense of the word “fun”, then. That, he can definitely get used to. Perhaps it came with the whole package of Giant Man. He has to wonder if all ridiculously tall males were also violent by nature. That would also explain why he, himself, is violent.

A blank expression, and before he could even answer, Joseph was gone.

Wasn’t he in pain or something before, complaining that he couldn’t get up? Now, he was sprinting out like it was no one’s business. If Yuma were the least bit insightful, that would seem fishy and he would feel as though he were taken for a friendly sap and exploited for free ice cream. Fortunately, he never does draw that conclusion. He indeed trusts Joseph, as strange as he is.

The giant of a man returns in the span of ten minutes, and by the time Joseph returned, Yuma had simply been sitting around on one of the infirmary cots.

… Was that so? That’s… … … kinda flattering. Weirdly so.

"Oi, don’t go all mushy mushy on me now of all times. What the fuck was you leavin’ like that for? Soda break? You gigantic boar. … … My hand’s fine. It’ll heal on it’s own. At some point. Or somethin’, I dunno, seriously, it’s fine."

Don't worry, Yuma, he's just a lazy piece of shit. He would have shared that ice cream! ... Maybe. Even still, the topic of his sacred ice cream was pushed completely out of his mind when he saw that his friend was in need, gone and back as fast as he could. Still panting, the Joestar would attempt to catch his breath - that was essential for what he wanted to do next.

"Soda break? Yeesh, I wish. Th'shit I just drank was about th'nastiest thing I've had in weeks!" A huff, before, personal space set aside, he reached forward and took Yuma's broken hand into his own. "... Yer fine in the sunlight, I take it. Seein' as how I've seen ya walk 'round in it. Hehe, that'd suck if y'weren't."

A deep breath, one that was specific in nature. The energy that came from it... it was welcomed. He had enjoyed normalcy for quite some time, liberation from this martial art sparing him the responsibility of upholding his family legacy, but now...? The familiar rush, the glowing feeling... he missed it. A proud smile would come to Joseph's face, and the behemoth's hands would begin to glow.

He opened his mouth to speak, all while the Ripple would take its effect on the vampire. Blood flowing to that broken hand, blood rich with the energy of life itself promoting a supernatural healing effect. While this martial art was excellent at doing harm... it could also help in the most incredible ways. "What, yer gonna just let it suffer when that ain't needed? C'mon. You did somethin' great fer me, n'I'll do somethin' great fer ya in return. I'll get as sappy as I damn please, don't make me kick yer ass n'break both yer hands!"

Really... he was putting his all into this. The first use of the Ripple in such a long time, dedicated to a cause that Joseph Joestar considered more than worthy. This vampire - no, this friend had proven to be one of the most genuine he had met... to say that he wanted to do good for Yuma was an understatement. He would admit, one of the people he wanted to better himself for was Yuma Mukami...

"... This is the least I can do, after all. Ya deserve this."

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"Did I not finish saying that I cannot speak for Caesar?" Did he honestly need to repeat himself? "That is something for you to decide upon knowing all the possible rolls you can make. I will not answer anything for you."

Was he even listening? Reiji made an effort to talk down on the giant oaf, and yet he took it all as sound advice. That disgusting nickname Joseph had given him thrown in his direction twice now in a single sitting, the vampire’s looming annoyance nagged at his nerves. What is with this boy, he thought? A child so distraught and with a heavy temper should not be taking harsh criticisms so lightly. A thought crosses the vampire’s mind in that same instance. Has Caesar softened him? Curious, indeed.

So long as he came about the proper conclusion, he supposes. Those points were something he were vaguely attempting to shed light on… "Never call me that again. It’s gross. We are on… tolerant terms."

Caesar wouldn’t waste his energy being upset over someone who didn’t matter, he thought. Joseph’s assumptions were entirely false. If Caesar were happier without him, then… well, seeing Caesar so weathered and fake would never have occurred at all…

Joseph stopped to think, moving a hand over his mouth to keep him from mumbling his inner thoughts to the vampire = that was a terrible habit that he had. Still... even with Reiji's minimal assistance, he was starting to get it. He had always put Caesar first, that was a given. Hell... he had always put everyone first... in a physical way. He never really considered feelings, did he? Was that what Caesar meant...?

He had become so used to protecting the lives of others in this hellish school, that he forgot about what made that life. The emotions, the interactions, how words could hurt. He... really has been selfish in that aspect. Something that he would do well to better himself with. Think before he speaks... it's not a thing he's ever been good at, but...

"... Yeah, I get it." He had already decided he would wait. How long, he didn't know. Caesar requested his respect, requested that he leave him be, and Joseph would give him that. Slowly, he lowered his hand, drawing in a deep breath and putting his hands back on the table. "What, y'don't like it? I thought it was kinda cute. Just Reiji then?" He let out a laugh, though it was not filled with its usual life. Joseph, still deep in thought, would finally look back up at Reiji once he felt ready to speak.

"... Thanks. I know y'didn't do all that much talkin', hell, I kinda answered m'own question, but... sometimes y'just need someone t'help ya figure things out, y'know? Hehe, this is th'second time I owe ya big. You ain't so bad, Reiji." Granted, he was a gian't sourpuss, but... let's not say that.

"I mean, what kinda bad guy goes out n'listens to th'problems of the guy who almost snapped 'im in two? ... I still feel bad 'bout that. Can I make it up t'ya somehow? O-Oh! One more thing.

"... You keep Caesar happy, 'kay? That's more important t'me than a lot o'things right now. He deserves it, he's been through a hell he don't deserve, n'I didn't help any. Ya do make 'im happy, hell, th'way 'is face lights up when he talks 'bout ya... s'fuckin' adorable, t'be honest."

Really? Really. As Joseph unwound his thoughts articulated from thoughts to broken linguistics, Reiji remained highly attentive. Granted, he was not sure what to make of this. What he is expected to do about this. From what he understood about Caesar… Ah, Caesar was a bit worked up that one particular night about this very thing, wasn’t he?

"Instead of saying these things to me, you should be telling those things to him.” His statement flat, he delivers an honest suggestion. “You cannot fix what is already ruined, Joseph Joestar.”

He allows himself the luxury of another thoughtful silence. What else could he say? What else, what else… Ah, Joseph has messed so many things up in the past. Too many things. Too many things. He had to think hard on this, however one single thought came to mind as a result: Why is he wasting his time? Why? Why is he wasting his time on this trivial nonsense.

"I cannot speak for Caesar. I cannot say with any level of confidence how "happy" he feels with or without you, and if approval or denial of whether or not Caesar hates you or feels happier without you, then you are wasting your time and mine. Honestly, I fail to understand what the big problem is, here. What I can say however is that if you honestly believe that fixing your errors will make your problems go away, then you are sorely mistaken and an idiot for even believing that.” Truly, he speaks from experience. A man who has never denied all the wrongdoings he has ever done…. it helps, let’s just say. It truly, truly does help. “You know exactly what you’ve done wrong, you acknowledge it, I fail to see the issue, and you are wasting my time by fancying me your personal therapist. And no, we are not “cool”.”

Attentively, he listened, bright blue eyes cast upon crimson as he did so. Clearly, his body posture was that of a man who wanted nothing more than to make things right, even if that ended with Caesar Zeppeli's friendship in his hand or not. In all honesty, he wasn't afraid of losing Caesar. He trusted that Italian enough to know that he would make the choice that made him happiest, and if that was a life without Joseph Joestar in it, then so be it.

Letting out a sigh, he nodded.

"... Right. So... if I tell 'im all this... but what if he still ain't up t'talkin' t'me? I mean... I don't wanna force a conversation if he don't want one. He said it himself, he don't wanna hear me if I don't got nothin' t'back it up. ... Haha, I won't lie, Reg, I'm kinda nervous. Should I back off fer a bit? I think that might be a good idea, right...?"

He ran a hand through his hair, squinting at the tablespace in front of him with furrowed brows. All and all, for an antisocial vampire, Reiji's words did make a lot of sense. Maybe he's more of a 'personal therapist' than he gives himself credit for.

"So what yer sayin' is... if I can't fix it... just realize what I did wrong, n'try to improve fer next time, right!? Is that what yer sayin'?!" Well, he's getting one thing right, at least. In fact, that idea seemed pretty great! "... I get it! Reg, yer th'best!"

A pause.

"... O-Oi, ain't we at least okay?!"

Oh. It’s one of those things… For the briefest of moments, Reiji falls silent. Silent simply because he should have known that the subject would surface so soon after the fact. And why this has to arise so… soon and in such an inconvenient spot.

Ah, he had very little choice on the matter, didn’t he? Caesar’s condoms will have to wait.

"Come with me. We are not discussing this in the middle of a market." With that said, Reiji trails away. He would lead the giant man to the cabins, oddly desolate for the time of day. "Sit down." A gesture towards one of the available chairs that surrounded a small table, perhaps it was used for board games once upon a time. On queue, he would take his own seat adjacent to the giant. "You have told me absolutely nothing beyond the skeleton of your so-called problem. What exactly is the problem in question?"

Oh, they're leaving? Okay. To be honest, he was sort of relieved at that. Knowing the vampire, he would lead them to a place of privacy... and he did. Nodding at the borderline demand, Joseph would sit, a nervous expression on his face. Lord, this almost felt like an interview.... He drew in a deep breath.

"... Nah, it's definitely a problem. After he came back, I went t'say hey, and... well. He's fed up with how I've been actin'. Truth is, I'm fed up with it, too. I'm tryna change fer the better, but I wanna know what I gotta change, y'know?" ... No. He probably doesn't know. Joseph swallowed, drumming his fingers on the table.

"... I think he's mad 'bout the way I've treated ya. N'... I kinda outed his thing with ya to our teacher. ... I regret it, now that I"m thinkin' 'bout it more... but th'damage is done, I dunno how I can fix it. Plus... he don't know I'm talkin' to ya more. I ain't gonna wave it in his face n'say 'Look, Reiji n'I are cool now!', 'cause that's somethin' a kid would do, I think.

"Plus... he said somethin' 'bout me bein' selfish. That it's always 'bout me... I didn't even know he was feelin' this way, but t'me, he's always come first. He don't wanna hear m'talk, though. He said he wants me gone, that he wants space, and honestly, I'm okay with that. I want 'im by my side as a friend, but... he's pretty happy without me, right? So who th'hell am I t'butt in on that?"

Now, this was a strange sight. The giant looked so.. defeated. Now, he could easily delve into and enjoy this defeated moment if not for the fact that those gigantic sausage fingers are so carelessly wrapped around his wrist as though he were some child threatening to wander off on his own. A scowl briefly shows itself upon the vampire’s features, yanking away his once captured limb.

"Do not touch me without my permission.” A sigh. "… What about him? What sort of advice could you possibly need from a vampire whose only known the man for less than a year?"

"Uh... r-right. Sorry." Quickly, the grip was released and his hands were pocketed. What sort of advice... how could he word this? He struggled, taking in a deep breath and slowly shaking his head. "... I know ya haven't known 'im fer that long, but th'truth of th'matter is that I didn't know 'em fer all that long before we came here. It was only a month or so, so...."

How frustrating. He was still struggling, hopefully this guy would forgive him for fumbling so much. He seemed to be a pretty to-the-point kind of guy, so...

"... I pissed 'em off. He don't wanna talk t'me no more, n'I respect that, but... I at least wanna end it on good terms. I know I did wrong, but I don't know what I did wrong. I've been thinkin' on it... and maybe I shouldn't have said some things. But I dunno how t'fix it. ... I need yer help."

Aaaaand here it comes. The folly in his own speech leading to Joseph drawing an unfortunate conclusion.

Just. Lovely. Ah well, there was no need to comment on things that did not exist as spoken word. The… sex aisle. Wow. Well, at least the giant oaf was kind enough to direct Reiji into that direction. With not even a word of thanks, he already makes strides into advancing towards said direction.

He could just let him go. He could've done the thing that any respectable person would have done, but... Joseph wasn't all to respectable, was he? As he watched the vampire turn, the behemoth paused, reaching out and grabbing his wrist. "Wait."

"I need some advice. ... S'about Caesar."

Why is he here, and why is he talking to him? Well, so long as his given name wasn’t “leech”, the n he supposed that there was (for a change, while Joseph himself was in a “proper” state of mind) very little room for ill intent. Still, a dull gaze would be cast upon the male not much larger than he.

"Contraceptives," he boldly corrected. "We are in the market, you blind oaf. I do not require anything beyond contraceptives, and they are not for my personal use. Which aisle would I be most likely to secure these items?”

"... Wait. They ain't fer yer... What?"

Well, that was pretty confusing. As far as he knew, the only living roommate Reiji had was... Caesar. But he and Caesar were... so if they... Dude. Reiji Sakamaki was totally getting fucked. He tried not to laugh. He tried so hard, and so he would reply, a wide grin on his face as he drew in a deep breath.

"Uh... I dunno, th'sex aisle, probably." Yes. Honestly, in the past, Joseph had only referred to it as the sex aisle. Nothing else that mattered was there, after all. "S'... S'over there." A wave of the hand. Thanks.

"Excuse me." Reiji calls out to the nearest bystander, his own form stepping away from the Market’s shelves. He found himself in the aisle procuring health-themed items, although something inside told him that he was not in the correct section. Perhaps this bystander would be of some help.

"Considering the ineptness of my room mate, I’m searching for contraceptives in his stead. Do you know where I could secure those?"