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bakerstreet2020-07-28 10:41 pm
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The Morning After Meme
┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ a meme
→ COMMENT WITH YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME, FANDOM, AND PREFERENCE.
→ PICK A CHARACTER YOU WANT TO TAG AND HIT UP RNG (01-10), OR CHOOSE A SCENE OF YOUR OWN.
→ PLAY NICE; NO WANK, FLAMES, OR GENERAL HUMBUGGERY.
( keep in mind that sexual scenarios are the basis of this meme! please enter with caution )
┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ the scenarios
① BREAKFAST IN BED;
your partner is up and about -- maybe dressed, maybe not -- and in the kitchen. what are they making you? could it be... grilled cheese?
② HIT ME BABY;
they're such a peaceful sleeper. a peaceful, sexy sleeper. actually there's too much of that sleeping happening. why don't you wake the up, world's kindest alarm?
③ ESCAPE FROM AZKABED;
you wake up to find they're rummaging about for their clothes, about to leave. why the rush, can't you convince them to stay?
④ THE AFTERNOON AFTER;
and the evening, maybe even the morning after after... hours have passed but you just can't leave each other! or maybe one of you just won't...
⑤ HANGOVER FROM HELL;
there's a tiger in the closet, a baby in the bathroom, and a total stranger curled up beside you. who is this person beside you, smelling of tequila and regret? do they know any more about what, or who, went down than you do?
⑥ WET AND WILD;
don't feel too lonely waking up by yourself -- the shower's on and the sound of water falling is mighty inviting. why don't you get cleaned up -- or down and dirty all over again?
⑦ I'LL SLEEP WHEN I DIE;
sleep? what is this sleep thing you speak of? dawn's breaking and neither of you have gotten a wink, or want one. who's ready for round xxx?
⑧ A BITTER PILL;
turns out the reason you scored wasn't your sparkling wit and magnetic confidence. your partner had an ulterior motive -- they already knew it and you're about to. recon? revenge? rebound? tag and find out, if you can handle the truth!
⑨ THIS ISN'T MINE;
that sleepy person in your living room had a great night -- with your roommate. well, might as well get to know each other while you're both there, right? ... right?
⑩ WILD CARD;
roll more than once and combine scenarios, choose your favorite, or make up your own!
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[Did he just fart?
Caesar can't help to take that as a personal offense against him specifically because even though it's clearly an accident-the empty bottles rolling against his feet being proof that-it's JoJo. This guy plays the part of a fool to get out of trouble on a daily basis and he wouldn't put it past him to literally try and fart his way out of work.
But he's not going to be deterred by whatever nonsense JoJo tries to pull.
His hand lingers over the knee as an ever present threat, hamon pulsing from his fingertips like he's waiting for the exact moment to strike again.
A moment that comes and goes in a wave when he catches a glimpse of his face-
He remembers being very close to it-the distance between them was small enough to feel soft, breathy pants against his lips, the brush of eyelashes against his thumb when he pushed some stray, sweat soaked hair from JoJo's face in the middle of the night and-
Of course that's what he would remember that now and the steady stab, stab, stab of that ice pick drives into his skull with such ferocity at the thought.
So he smacks the man's abs with a hamon infused hand this time-another vivid memory returning when his fingers ghost that firm muscle. He explored it-can see a mark where he bit down and-]
This is your last warning, JoJo. Get up.
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Not that he could recall the whole picture to be honest, memories still blurry even if he tried hard to collect the pieces himself. Still, a couple flashbacks were enough to tease Caesar into oblivion. Not to mention the blister on his lip.
And he better put those memories to use now. Before Caesar pressed him further into getting up to clean the absolute mess they left last night.
The hand on his belly, though, he appreciates it. Caesar's fingers gracing, teasing his abs... until a hamon fused push comes and spreads through his body again, like an electric shock--
Nope, enough.
So he grabs Caesar's hand by the wrist. In a swift move, he rolls and straddles Caesar, sitting on his belly, restraining that pretty hand of his above his head, grinning. His head still aching, though. ]
Can't you just chill? Room service's gonna clean the mess later today. Besides, we still have unfinished business after what we did last night.
[ Was that bluffing? Maybe yes. Maybe no. ]
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His reaction time is, in his humble opinion, also delayed by the dried taste of tequila that still coats his lips. This guy always has an abundance of energy and it's his own damn fault for forgetting that.
But the unfinished business forces his brain into overdrive. Being the only one on this bed without the full story is wearing his already thin patience and he doesn't get how some idiot like this, who probably never had a drink before last night, somehow managed to retain the memory.]
You're heavy. Get off.
[Is the automatic reply that comes out of his mouth. He's trying to fill the silence, to catch up, to get a clue from the strewn pillows and broken radio and-
The thin line of sunlight coming through the curtains hits his eyes and he turns away from that scene with a grunt. He tugs at the restrained hand above him, knowing damn well this guy isn't going to let him loose anytime soon, and decides on an alternative course. He drops his voice into a familiar act-the smooth talking casanova that can easily pull tourists into his arms and steal kisses in dark alleyways. ]
But since you're interested in unfinished business suddenly-
[He didn't get the chance to properly shock his ass a second time and the unrestrained hand presses against his side, gently trailing up to his rib cage and-
If JoJo hasn't caught onto his game, he'll feel another strong jolt against his skin.]
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And nothing like that was there to be seen. Albeit drunk and pissed off, Caesar looked stunning. As usual. That idiot, hor dare him.
Now, in Joseph's mind, the only logical conclusion is that Caesar liked him enough to kiss him. Granted, they were drunk but it was a good start. Sort of. Maybe? ]
You calling me fat, Caesarino? I'm on my best weight.
[ On the other hand, is just so fun to tease Caesar. Pulling his strings had become part of his daily routine, because he just fell so easily. And he's absently minded poking a finger on Caesar's cheeks when he changes the tone of his voice--
That Signature Annoying Seductive Sultry Italian Voice.
How dare him being so sexy. But that is soon to be forgotten as a jolt hits on his stomach, a high pitched screech coming out of Joseph along with a convulsion. ]
GAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! N-Not this kind of business, you idiot!
[ Remember the hand that Joseph is restraining? Well, as soon as he spots how Caesar's armpit is in full display, his free hand goes straight to poke a hamon-fused finger there. Enjoy. ]
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It never ceases to amaze him how his partner in crime manages to be so quick. Every action is chaotic and impossible to predict. Even when Caesar thinks he finally understands this idiot's train of thought, the rug gets pulled out from under him every single time. It's why JoJo makes him better-he keeps him on his toes in a way no other trainee has been able to do.
It's also why the man is absolutely infuriating.
He expects a punch and that was his first mistake. He wasn't quick enough to go through the mental list of JoJo reactions he's learned and pocketed over the weeks they spent together. Couldn't check them off and try to predict the absurd one he would inevitably attempt.
An all too confident smirk crosses his face at the screech. The way JoJo twists and yells being as satisfying as-
The sounds he made last night-quiet little gasps and yells that suddenly hit Caesar full force. He remembers, briefly, the particular noises that had come out of his mouth as he nipped at the man's bottom lip. The memory startles him and he fixates on that mark until-
JoJo, again, does the unexpected when his fingers graze against the inside of his arm and the hamon infused finger jolts him. It tickles at first and he tries to stifle the immediate smile that crosses his face, followed by a dry chuckle which rapidly turns into yell of his own. It's sharp. It's painful. It's the retaliation he deserves after prodding JoJo so much with hamon and he uses his free hand to grab at the man's wrist, making a valiant attempt to pull him back. And you know what?
He takes the opportunity to pull his leg up, jabbing his knee into the Jojo's side to try and get an advantage.]
You're the idiot! Quit screwing around. We have no other unsettled matters so let go and get out of bed.
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And he can tell that tension had escalated on Caesar's side. Especially when that knee lands on his side, leaving him breathless, lying limp over Caesar as he catches his breath. Of course, he does that last bit on purpose, overreacting--is just this bed is so comfortable. Plus they don't get to party hard and rest equally hard when Lisa Lisa is around.
What Joseph does catch, though, is Caesar's final words and you know? He may have just provided the perfect opening to bring up the subject that has been flooding his thoughts ever since he woke up: ]
Y'know... actually I think... we do have an unsettled matter. [ He says as he faces Caesar, pointing at his own lip. ]
You did this to me last night. And I want to know why.
[ The aim of this conversation was not only to provide information regarding last night's events, of course. It was also aimed to provide extra time to be lazy in bed. ]
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It's nice.
His hungover state doesn't help-it's not like he wants to get up either. Left to his own devices and in a clean room, he'd be more willing to take it slow and 'chill' as the man so eloquently put it.
He shuts his eyes and presses a palm against his face to block out both the sun and the sudden question. Of course he would ask that. Of course he would bring it up, just as Caesar was trying to push away the memory.
The hand drops from his face and he tries to rapidly come up with an answer. A real excuse, some kinda half-truth from the pieces he recalls, maybe even a whole ass lie because it was just a kiss.
That's all it was. An alcohol induced haze had dulled all of his inhibitions and he went after JoJo the only way he could after words and punches had failed him.]
To shut you up, I assume. You never stop running your mouth.
[There's a barrier he tries to raise between them with that answer-his voice guarded and dry. It's close to the truth. Truth-adjacent. It's the most he's willing admit in this room full of alcohol, smoke and sweat.]
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The problem is, Joseph knows no boundaries. In a world so inviting, where you could control enegry through breath, with evil so large, so threatening, why? And especially if you liked someone. It was only natural for him that if he liked something, he chased it.
And he liked Caesar. He liked his foul mood, how annoying he got when he was around the ladies. He liked his perseverance, his prowess. He liked him. That's why he was by his side.
Caesar is covering his eyes now, so he misses the smile that flashes Joseph's face, rewarded. Happy. As soon as Caesar finishes his sentence, Joseph doesn't hesitate in planting a kiss on his palm, satisfied. ]
It's a good start, Caesarino. No alcohol next time we kiss.
[ Joseph is so happy he's even humming, resting for a few moments more before getting up from bed, palming gently at Caesar's bare chest. ]
Aren't you hungry? I'm starving here, let's go get some food!
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He can almost hear the smile plastered on the man's face when he says 'It's a good start, Caesarino' and plants a kiss against his sweaty palm.
He isn't sure what to make of that. His fingers clench into a fist when those lips move back, as if trying to keep it there or wipe it away. Like he doesn't know what to do with that tender display brought on by a well earned hangover, so he's trying to hide it until it can be properly unpacked.
But it ends as fast as it begins-something Caesar didn't expect to bother him as much as it does. He pushes himself back up from the bed and before JoJo can run off to the buffet-
He points to the mess around them, gripping the man's wrist in a tight hold before he can sneak out of the room.]
You won't be eating anything until this messed is picked up, capisce? You take the left side and I'll take the right. If we work fast, there may be a meal left for us yet.
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And wasn't room service there for a reason? Okay... maybe they would be overcharged for the mess. But they didn't break stuff in the process.
So, as soon as Caesar pulls him by the wrist, his face is twisted in a expression in between frustrated (because his plan didn't work) and displeased (because he'd have to clean). ]
No, it's not capisce. [ And yes, he actually whines. ] But okay, you win this time, Caesarino! I'll be cleaning the left side while you work on the right.
[ Truth be told, as much as he wanted to run for the buffet, he needed his clothes back. They had to be somewhere in the floor. After taking a quick glimpse, he spots his shirt, his tie, his boots... and well. While he's picking stuff from the floor, Joseph takes a look outside through the window and, after realizing, he can't help but to yell. ]
OH NO! I threw my pants off the window last night!
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But it doesn't take long for that silence to shatter and the cause is the usual suspect.
He's suddenly grateful for his tequila stained pants and wrinkled shirt-two items he quickly found and replaced the sheet toga around his body with. The dirty outfit had irritated him at first glance, but now that he hears his companion's problem, well-
It feels like Lady Justice is finally favoring him. The man had caused him so much grief this morning with his teasing and oafish behavior-this is a suitable punishment.
His palm drops on top of the brunet's head, ruffling the already messy batch of hair with an amused lilt to this voice.]
Better hurry and get them, JoJo. It won't be long before the rest of the hotel starts their day. You don't want any beautiful signorinas to see you such a state, do you?
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Nope. Not today, not tomorrow, not any day. And it's only when Caesar ruffles with his hair when the idea sparks on his brain. This was it, the one and only way to get his pants back. And Joseph faces Caesar, a serious look on his face. ]
There's enough blankets around to lower myself down the window. And you're gonna help me holding the blankets.
[ Like hell he was going to miss buffet eat-all-what-you-want breakfast. And what were five floors anyway? It wasn't like they hadn't trained on worst heights themselves.
Therefore, in Joseph's mind, this task should be easy-peasy. And there he is, gathering the blankets and knotting them together. ]
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[The scheme isn't dangerous. They've gone through enough hamon training that Caesar is confident his friend won't get hurt doing this stupid stunt or if he does, he'll be able to shake it off easily.
It's the principle of the matter, honestly. He isn't going to be brought into this without a fight. That's how it always is.
Even if they both know how this will end-an answer made abundantly clear when Caesar pulls the fabric from his companion's hands to redo a knot or two. They weren't sturdy enough to hold his beefy weight. What an amateur.]
Don't pull me into your nonsense. Tie it to something if you're so determined to do this. I'm not going to sit here and wait for you to collect your clothes.