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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'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.