maskormenacelogs | (no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

WHO: Joseph & Ramir & Caesar
WHERE: Joseph and Caesar's place
WHEN: June 13th
WHAT: YOU WANNA GO aka general drama revolving around relationships
WARNINGS: probably not!

[ She was really expecting Joseph to show up, like, any minute after he hung up on her. And man, she was ready. Nothing gets her more geared up for a fight like an altercation with a friend. But then she'd waited, and he didn't show up. And she kept waiting. She didn't keep keep waiting though, because her temper doesn't allow for that kind of patience. Instead she'd grabbed her keys and her hovervespa and headed for his place, because there's no way they're ending it on that note.

About twenty minutes later finds her knocking (pounding, really) on the door: ] Joseph! We gotta talk!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[He's been on the phone with Jonathan for quite a while now, definitely crying a lot near the end there, and suddenly Ramir's outside, banging on his door. Great. Just what he wants to deal with right now. Yeah, sure, he said he'd fight her, but then this happened and- ugh!

Joseph gets up from his little sob session on the couch and wipes off his face with his sleeve, yelling back through the door.]

No we don't! Fuck off!

[ Okay, what. You can't just change your mind like that. The pounding stops, only because she's certain she'll splinter the door if she keeps it up. It can be easy to forget her strength. She clenches her fist instead, and glares at the door like enough of that will have her seeing straight through it. ]

Yeah, we fucking do! I'm not leaving, asshole!

[He's still gross from crying, and now he's desperately searching for a napkin or something to blow his nose with, so his voice is a little more distant sounding from the door.]

Go away! I don't want to deal with you!!

I don't give a shit! Talk to me or I'm breaking your door!

[ That she hasn't done that already, as far as she's concerned, is her being very polite. It's probably more than he deserves, really. She sets her hand at the door knob, ready to snap it off. ]

Ugh! Just-

[Cue the sounds of Joseph walking away from the door... some muffled voices, and then footsteps approaching the door again.]

[Their apartment is sizable enough that Caesar couldn't hear every sob, every angry word. Knowing that it was Joseph having issues with his relative, he kept his distance as he felt was the right thing to do. The Joestars have their way of doing things that's so unlike the Zeppelis, it would be a complete misfire to put himself in the middle.

Joseph and Ramir is another story.

He was in the hall, ready to comfort his fiancé when he heard the woman's voice. There was a tense moment when it felt time to turn around and let Jojo deal with it. But he can't, not when his own anger is starting to boil. Even if Joseph is wrong, Caesar isn't the type to let him be dogpiled. Some long strides, and he's taking the younger man by the shoulder and telling him plainly to:]

Go to the bedroom. Let me talk to her.

[Said in such a tone that there's no real arguing. Caesar's the one to open the door, chin lifted and eyelids low.]

Now's a bad time.

[ She's tense when the door opens, ready to go immediately if need be, with her eyes already turned up toward where she would meet Joseph's gaze... if it were Joseph at the door. That's definitely not Joseph. She blinks, and some of the obvious anger in her eyes fades into confusion, until she realizes what must have happened. Then the frown's back again. ]

Goddammit! I want to get to know you, but not fucking like this!

Is that so?

[Caesar's glad he thought ahead, pack of cigarettes and shitty lighter in his back pocket rather than left on the nightstand in the bedroom. The motions are calming to go through. Slap one stick out, stick it between his lips, light up. Practiced and easy as he prepares himself for whatever's to come.

He takes a drag then exhales slow.]

You can talk to him some other time-- when he wants to.

[ Okay, this is... doing a lot to diffuse her anger, actually, which is the opposite of what she'd wanted to happen. Some of the tension leaves her, but she looks no less irritated by all this as she pulls her eyes from the cigarette back to his face. ]

What's he got to be upset about, anyway? Is nosing into someone else's business that stressful for him?

Tell me, does the women asking why Joseph and I haven't slept together yet have any right to say that?

B[y the way, Joseph totally brought that up the other day and Caesar isn't over it. He's used to being the wingman and convincing others to carry on with their sex lives. The other end of that stick is a raw deal.]

[ wait, what. She looks blank for a second, because it takes some effort to remember conversations from when you're that drunk — then edges into a grin as it filters back in. So much for that anger she'd started out with. ]

That's concern for the quality of my friend's sex life! That's pretty legitimate, if you ask me.

[Another, longer drag off the cigarette. Ramir doesn't appear to have that thing known as shame, no wonder she and Joseph (used to) get along. He steps forward, shutting the apartment door behind him as another obstacle between his fiancé and their visitor.]

And he's concerned about his grandfather. You should go.

[ Oh, there's the anger. It's not so fresh or hot anymore, more like annoyance by now, but it's clear in the return of a frown. And she doesn't step back. It's perfectly fine by her if they're now standing too close together, she doesn't mind looking up. ]

Yeah, so am I. That's why I wanna talk to him.

[She'll have to; he's shorter than Joseph, but so are many skyscrapers.]

After telling his grandfather to betray the woman that raised him?

[Caesar was a playboy, that much is true, but he plans on being sincere with Joseph. His dream for a long time has been to have a happy family and to let the Zeppeli legacy live on.

There are issues there. Ones to do with family and pride. None of them see what Ramir did as favorable.]

Edited 2015-06-16 01:12 (UTC)

It's not betraying Erina.

[ It feels weird using the first name of someone else's grandma, but she's going for the personal touch here. She folds her arms over her chest, standing firm. ]

You guys are talking about this shit like love is some kinda finite thing, like no widow can find someone else or she's — [ She stops, frown darkening to a scowl. ] Shit, you're not the one I wanna be telling this to!

Do you love him?

[Two can play the defensive arm crossing game.]

[ Okay, this is pretty personal a conversation for a guy she's seen, like, twice before in passing. But she started this, so she's not backing down just because there's words being flung around she doesn't usually use. ]

I could! He's fucking amazing. Maybe if he's allowed to seek out some kinda happiness here, I'd find out!

And if you fall for him-- if you find yourself in love with this man-- what will you do if Erina shows up! What could he say to her!

[Yes, personal, and it's only going to get worse if Ramir doesn't back off. That's a just price to pay for coming to a man's home and threatening to break his door down.

Joseph was crying today! In their living room! Caesar couldn't do a thing, but here he could gain some ground and buy some time for Jojo to recover.]

[ She rolls her eyes, like this part is totally obvious. ]

Come on, she's the love of his life. I don't even have to have seen them together to know it. I'd always be second to that — if she shows up, he's all hers.

Then you aren't serious enough.

[Ramir isn't the only one who's had to think about those things. Joseph is married with children in the future. Caesar has none at all. There is always the looming thought that Joseph's real bride could show at any moment. The porter doesn't see to care who or what it spits out.

The answer is clear: he'd have to fight to stay beside Joseph. Prove that he could take care of both of them. See, as a rule, Caesar hates people who don't put their all into what they pursue. His past affairs have always been short, but they never lacked skill and heart. With an actual relationship, he's grossly devoted.]

[ She doesn't feel as angry to hear that as she thought she would, probably because she suspects it's true. She even finally glances away, the frown softened into something a little more uncertain. ]

I'm plenty fucking serious. But have you seen the way he talks about her? I couldn't go into this expecting he'd ever feel that way about me, too.

Then don't waste your time on a man like that!

[Caesar is no one's sassy gay friend. He is more of a flamboyant bisexual acquaintance. The only reason he's offering this advice is to keep Ramir out of their apartment! No sympathy at all for her position!]

Who'd want to be second place!

[ Yeah, this is definitely starting to sound more like advice than the kind of talk she'd be having with Joseph. Not that she's opposed to it. The only one she's voiced any of this to yet is herself, and she's tired of hearing just her own opinions. ]

I'm not into in anyone else.

[ Casual dating is fine, sleeping around is great — but she wants more than both of those from one particular person. She pauses, and because this is getting kinda intense and doing intense in English can suck, the next part is suddenly Italian. ]

It's fucked up to quantify it like that, you know? [ She's curbed a lot of her gestures when she speaks in English; in Italian, they're all back again. ] If he could even love me at all — that'd be enough. I don't care if I'm first, second, whatever.

[The translator has made sure that Caesar's meaning is always relayed, even when he reverts back to his native tongue. Something will always be lost between point A and point B, but it's worth the loss in clarity for how much better it feels when he speaks. Italian is a beautiful language-- far more romantic, in his opinion, than French or English. People are fools to think otherwise.

He wasn't ready for Ramir to speak that way. He has to take allow time for himself to adjust before he responds. Needless to say, he adopts the same language.]

Why are you speaking that way-- you aren't ugly or old! [Which is what really matters.] There's no reason to be so hung up on one person! [Caesar is one to talk.] He's married already, what's the point in that! You should be going out.

[That's it. This woman needs help. ] Where do you live? What nights are you free? I can find you a better man than a Joestar.

[ Whoa, is she actually hearing this? Ramir has always been the one to drag people out and set them up with other people, she's never been on the receiving end of it. Mostly because it's always been obvious to other people that she's well covered on that front. Is this really the impression she's giving? ]

Oh my god. [ She drags both hands down her face. ] Trust me, my dating life is doing great. I get all the ass I want. I'm not looking for serious shit, just -- he's the exception! You know?

[ Someone trying to set her up in a relationship like the one she wants she wants with Jonatan sounds like an actual horrible fate. ]

I know that this is a mistake and you've brought it to my home. Do you want my help or not?

[The very clear implication is that he will turn right back around and leave Ramir to fester on her own if she so desires. All he wanted was to secure Jojo some space to sit down and relax. He and his (sad, so sad) friend can duke it out later if that's better for them. But he thinks he has a cleaner solution. Another Italian should understand, if that's what she really is.]

Yeah, well I know that it's my fucking mistake to make, and Jonathan's to decide if he's gonna say yes or no to. [ She drops her hands to her hips, stubborn scowl back into place again. Caesar's help, while kind of a sweet gesture, she finds entirely unneeded. ] And if Joseph can't talk now — fine, whatever. But tell him we're gonna talk.

[ Because she still likes him, even if she came over wanting to beat the crap out of him, and she doesn't let conversations with friends end on notes like theirs did. ]

[Caesar would never openly admit to plucking his brows, but the one he lifts in response to that last clipped line is artfully shaped. He'll tell Jojo precisely what he thinks is best to tell Jojo and not a word more. They need to cool off, these two. As the most hot-headed person he knows-- he's doing a good job of masking it in the moment-- he knows the procedure. Space, something good to drink, and time to cool off. Rushing into things is how one becomes crushed by them.]

Buonanotte.

[ Ugh, whatever. She can recognize and appreciate the role Caesar is playing here, but that doesn't mean she likes it. She doesn't justify that with a verbal answer, just waves it sharply off, stuffs her hands into her pockets, and turns on her heel to stride away.

She only makes it a few steps before she's pausing though, looking back over her shoulder. This is a shitty first-ish conversation with someone important to someone she likes.

Looking a little guilty: ] Sorry about this. We should get drinks later, my treat.

If you'll pay.

[Not that Caesar doesn't have the money for it, but he doesn't want to sound excited or anything. The drinks are a good idea. While Ramir hasn't consented to being given help finding a better man than some gross Joestar, Caesar wants to do that for her. She has spirit, she speaks his language (literally, figuratively). Someone should point her in the right direction. He's done that for enough men-- even idiot soldiers that didn't know their way around a woman's heart or bed-- so it can't be that difficult.

He's looking forward to it.

Relax for now, Ramir.

Exit, stage left, back into his apartment to check on the beau.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

(no subject)

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Okay, Caesar's jumping in now

mambo italiano, motherfuckers

yesssss

sorry, Ramir, he's a roadblock

no subject

no subject

no subject

oops sorry for screwing up the coding up there

no worries! also i dug up the thread in question and it was a delightful read (B

GOSH

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject