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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]

[He feels both better and worse with all of it back. Worse because it's a weight, and a weight he was starting - just starting - to get used to having gone. Better because it was something he was used to, and at least now he could safely shut away certain things that were starting to uncoil and emerge from their hiding places.]

I remember my debts. I agreed, I won't forget. [And so, they're going to get up- Okuyasu leaning on him if he could hobble, and if not then they...it looks like the piggyback ride.] Besides, I'll need you to do me a favor later.

[billionboy]

[ He is, at least, able to hobble next to him. It really does feel better to only have the pain of rolling down a hill bugging him -- it actually doesn't even feel that bad in comparison to the weight that he took from Caesar. ]

Huh? Ya need me to do a favor?

[girasole]

Of course. You said you know Jojo? Joseph. [...] Joseph Joestar. When you get back, I want you to tell him something for me. [Because it's a when and not an if.

...if it was Caesar that was doing the delivery he'd probably have a different message: if Joseph were to pop up, he'd probably have a completely different delivery entirely. (If Joseph were to pop up right that second, it would probably involve a fist.) But...] 'Thank you.' I want you to tell him that.

[When you were asking someone else to pass along a message, there really was only one choice.]

[billionboy]

Mister Joestar, yeah. [ A small nod.

He turns his head maybe too fast at Caesar's favor to look at him, since he was looking ahead so that he would trip over his own feet again. His eyes widen as he waits for the message that he's supposed to give. ] "Thank you?" That's it?

[ All the pain in his heart and he just wants to say, 'Thank you?' Turning his head again, he looks away from Caesar as he breathes suspiciously in fast a few times. ] Mm. I'll remember to tell him that. I will, Caesar.

[girasole]

[He's going to pretend like he didn't see any of that.]

Don't misunderstand. Well, if it was... [...how to put it...] ...my Joseph I'd probably yell a lot more. If he were to show up right now? I'd probably punch him.

But he's not here and it's not my Jojo I'm sending a message to. And who knows how long it'll take? If I gave you a long monologue you might forget by the time you get back home. [And here, he gives Okuyasu a pat on the shoulder.] So I want to keep it simple, so you can remember.

[And that's the only reason. Really.

...really.]

[billionboy]

[ With his free hand, he lifts it up to rub his face against the entire sleeve of his arm. He gives a few nods. It is just a lot -- the revelation that makes his head spin, accepting that pain, giving it back with conditions, and the message to give to Mister Joestar. ]

Joestar-san... uh, Mister Joestar... [ Since Joestar's American, he feels "weird" not saying 'Mister' properly, but anyway, he realizes that isn't important. ] ... he'll get that message. Yer right that I'd probably forget somethin' long to say. I'm really not too smart.

Still, I know... when he'll hear that, he'd probably start cryin'... [ Too. ] Caesar, yer really a good person, ya know?

[girasole]

Stop calling yourself not that smart. Yes, I'll call you an idiot, but I don't want you calling yourself an idiot.

[...] Unless you just did something. Then, yes, you can call yourself an idiot. But if you haven't done anything, then don't call yourself an idiot.

[Yes, this is known as a distraction. (He really doesn't want to think about the crying and what that means.)]

[billionboy]

Ya don't have to say that.

[ He sniffles some as he finally gets some of his crying under control. ] I can make decisions on my own now. But I know what my weaknesses are. I know better than anyone else, ya know?

[ Another swipe at his face with his sleeve. ]

[girasole]

I know you know.

[I can make decisions on my own now. Now wasn't the time but...interesting turn of phrase, there.] Stop crying, Okuyasu. Breathe.

[billionboy]

[ He does stop hobbling along and takes a deep breath. ]

I just think that's ... I really ... [ Okuyasu nods. It takes a few seconds but he finally gets his crying under control. Eyes just red and puffy but at least he's not sniffling anymore. And hesitantly adds: ]

Even my punk sensibilities can't ignore when I'm moved by something.

[girasole]

[...they're sharing an emotional moment, here. They're sharing a dramatic moment. They've bonded. They've talked a little. They've-] Punk sensibilities. [...snrk- no, he's coughing.]

[billionboy]

[ They were having a nice moment together. At least, he doesn't have to worry about crying anymore when he hears that soft snrk. ]

Oy, did you just laugh at me, Caesar?

[girasole]

I- [...and then he pats Okuyasu on a shoulder in a way that could almost be considered half a hug, if it wasn't for the fact that he was supporting the guy as they hobbled back to town and clearly that was the actual explanation for it.] Yes, but not in a bad way. You're not a punk.

[billionboy]

[ That is the explanation he accepts; it must seem like he is tripping a little with how he's hobbling. ] I'm totally a punk. I'm a hard street-punk. Really. Ya only seen my good side so that's all.

[girasole]

I'm the same. [Hahahaha(, or is it.)] Here's to hoping we never see the other's bad side.