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[billionboy]

OH, SHIT, CAESAR-- [ The voice sounds panicked since he is accesses the telepathy first to get obviously Caesar's attention before -- ] FUCK -- shit -- rocks! Ah! That hur-- ow! How long is -- goddamn hill! Ack! Ow-ow-ow-- shitfuckass!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

...Oof.

[ Long pause, muffled. ] I tripped.

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[girasole]

Would we really need something the size of a coffin?

[tropism]

Wow. He's lucky there are healers here.

[tropism]

Because I can.

[billionboy]

There's that rotten personality of yours.

[billionboy]

Is ... is that so?

Ya were? Really? [ .... mm. ] Then, maybe I ... overreacted.

[rebells]

That's all right. I accept your apology.

[rebells]

Ah, an idiot.

It's good to see fools getting their comeuppance.

[But that reminds him of his own idiot back home, and the situation he's in there--good thing this is telepathy, and no one can see his face.]

[billionboy]

Maybe ya aren't so bad.

[girasole]

You heard what he just said.

[HE DESERVES IT.]

[girasole]

He is, indeed, an idiot. My idiot, but still an idiot. When I see him again I don't know if I'll punch him, hug him, both, or just tell everyone I can about him and let them decide his fate.

[...] ...probably punch him. [And yes, this is said with complete conviction and sincerity.]

[rebells]

[There's no response to that. Curious. Maybe he went off to do something else for a bit . . . . ]

[girasole]

[How strange. Well, being distracted by Okuyasu having rolled down a hill and sprained an ankle and is...somewhere, he's not inclined to press the issue when he's gotta fetch his current other idiot and give him a piggyback ride back into town.

How fortunate for Jay that the subject was dodge- but wait! They're going to be fighting at some point, and, so, the odds are pretty good that this is going to pop up in the not so distant future once more like a bad penny or a bad rash, because it doesn't matter what you do: the past ain't through with you.]

[rebells]

[It's a good thing this is voice and not video because he's trying so hard to keep a straight face--]

I appreciate you saying that.

[tropism]

"My idiot, but still an idiot." That's so lovely.

[ is he srs, ofc he is. why would you doubt his sincerity. ]

[girasole]

If you ever met Joseph Joestar you'd understand. He's very punchable.

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[tropism]

Don't worry about him. He's in a better place now.

[ ah. ]

[tropism]

Are you the type to adopt punchables, then? You seem to have gained a second one.

[girasole]

[...there's a very, very, very long pause as he digests the news that-]

I wouldn't have called myself the type who adopts punchables, or adopts people in general, and yet I can see your point and...really can't argue. I have, haven't I? [Adopted Okuyasu, that is.]

[tropism]

He needs it. And you seem to be willing. Should I prepare a second obituary?

[ a slight pause, and then he adds, ]

In certain circles, I believe they'd call you a masochist. I hope you understand.

[billionboy]

Joseph... Joestar? Did you say Joseph Joestar?

[ Huh. ]

... I know someone by that, but if you meant the same person... I'd be real disappointed in you, Caesar. Hitting old men, that's real low. [ But. ] Ya don't seem the type and ... it's kind of a weird coincidence that it's the same name, but that sort of thing happens in different universes, doesn't it?

[billionboy]

Yer welcome.

Caesar and I will still come to say "hi." Because I feel bad pickin' a fight with someone who wasn't being an asshole. So, that's fine, right?

[girasole]

...I'm more than aware, thank you. I'll pass on the obituary. There's no flowers, there's no food besides crab and boar, and...well, the stars are nice, so at least it would be a nice view. There's worse places to die.

[fivefingerdeathpunch]

[Alright, Jotaro's just been half-listening at this point because that's a lot of chatter, but some things you pick up! Some things like ridiculous names that only certain relatives bear.]

How do either of you know that name?

[girasole]

I trained with him for a month in Italy. Please. I could ask you the same question.

[rebells]

Yes, all right. I always welcome guests.

And if you want to spar, look me up any time.