invitation.
To be honest, if those wishes were expressed, Joseph would receive them in kind. Despite distances, Joseph still considered Jotaro to be one of the most important beings in his life, and would honestly give his life to protect such a treasure. In doing so, he managed to unknowingly hurt, and if Joseph knew that… well. The guilt would be nearly soul crushing. Regardless, even after years and years, he found himself sprawling himself on top of the other male, laughing as he moved to pluck off his hat, putting it on his own head instead. Stylish!
"What? No, fuck you, its literally that. Yer just bein’ all technical about it which is dumb, like you, y’big dummy. Hahaha!” A laugh, before he moved to pinch Jotaro’s cheek, right after stealing his hat. What a menace. ”Y’slap some stuff on some rice n’fish and call it a day. That’s sushi. Dumbass.”
Though the years would bring physical and emotional change for both the youth, Joseph’s loving and overbearing teasing would never really leave when dealing with Jotaro. In a way, it was like he never left. To be honest… Joseph never really saw it as “leaving” at all. He would see it more as protecting from a distance. Making sure that Jotaro would grow up in a way that was unlike Joseph’s upbringing. By doing that much… Joseph felt content.
"So am I, jackass. I’ll throw ya down th’stairs before ya can even blink. Haha, yer still a mama’s boy! Yer so cute, Jotato-Potato!"
Knowing someone like Jotaro, such mundane and childish desires would never come to surface-- at least, not in expressed words. Little actions here and there would be the highest extent to which Jotaro could ever let his wishes be known. Surely Joseph caught on. After all, an invitation so suddenly is hardly in Jotaro's character to begin with.
Joseph looks incredibly dumb with his hat on, admittedly.
"You said "dumb" almost three times," Jotaro retorted, bulky fingers quick to pluck his hat off of the other's head. With a dull glance, the cap was lightly slapped on his cheek before repositioned on his own head again, just where it belongs. Rude to wear hats inside, but who cares? It's his apartment-- his and his mother's to be technical, but who pays technicalities much mind? "You're racist to your own family. Wow."
A breed of nostalgia washes over Jotaro at this very instance. This very treatment was the same that he's been given as a child. Something he has always enjoyed and even now continues to do so. A reassurance that such activities between then two men could still exist... encouraging, to say the least. In short, he's happy to have time to goof around with Joseph like this again.
Green eyes cast a sideways glance, a monstrous hand shoved in the other's face as he spoke. "Could you even lift me? I really doubt you could. You probably spray on your abs."
