Air Supplena Island - c. ~1940
It was an extremely quiet morning on the Island, which was quite unusual, considering it's inhabitants. Caesar had grown used to getting woken up to Joseph's loud boots across the hall while he attempted to set up his 'elaborate' traps up. At first, it was extremely annoying to be shocked by the door knob or to dodge a bunch of forks darting across the place because he tripped over one of those damn invisible wires. Did that boy ever get tired of waking up early to set up complicated traps just to get a laugh?
Caesar sighed as he slowly lifted himself out of bed, looking around for any traps that the Joestar set up, but strange enough, nothing. No tripwires, no buckets of water on top of doors, no mouse traps. Nothing. He peeked his head out of his room to see if he was flirting with Suzi Q, but to no avail.
Something's up.
The Italian found himself wandering around the place aimlessly. He forgot to dress himself properly, only wearing a teal tank top that exposed his muscular arms. His gray sweatpants hung loosely on his strong, firm hips, hiding his sharp calves and toned thighs that could make any member of the female race swoon. His dusty blond hair was extremely unkempt. Strands of it falling atop his warm eyes (which could be mistaken as emeralds themselves). Other strands hugged his high cheekbones and muscular neck. This man was the peak of human evolution. He resembled a Greek statue that sat on Olympia that rivaled Zeus himself. An absolute pussy magnet.
No homo, though.
Eventually, Caesar's eyes caught a glimpse of a vastly shorter girl. She had her ear pressed against the door and was gasping every so often. She was nice, but she could be quite rude and air headed.
"Suzi Q, you are aware it's rude to eavesdrop, especially on your employer, no?"
At that point, the blonde jumped in surprised and screamed. Whoever was behind that door had to have heard that.
"Oh, Caesar!! How are you??" Suzi Q spun around to face him, her face dripping with beads of sweat from his sudden entrance. She began to fiddle with her hands which soon dropped down to her blue polka dotted apron. On her face sat the biggest, dumbest fucking smile that cheese ball womanizer has ever seen.
"Don't act all innocent you dumb bimbo." Suzi's cheeks puffed out before she let out a loud sigh. Was she always this goddamn loud?
"Yes, I know it's wrong, but just listen to what Signorina Lisa Lisa and JoJo are saying!" She yanked on her fellow Italian's arm and brought him near the door. Of course, he was much stronger than her and could've pushed her away to respect the privacy of his best friend and instructor, but fuck that. I mean, if it's so important that Joseph has to skip his precious morning pranking routine, then everyone on the island should know about it, right?
"Do you hear them?" She yelled.
"I would, but since you're super loud, I can't hear." Caesar replied.
"Lisa Lisa just said she was JoJo's mother!!"
"Well that was anticlimactic. It would've been much more satisfying to hear her say that herself, but you just screwed that up. Thank you, Suzi Q."
While trying to find a way to justify his flimsy excuse for spying, the door swung open. Luckily, he was able to perform a back aerial, flipping out of the way before his beautiful symmetric face could be smashed in by the wooden door. The door slammed into the wall and wobbled a little before it fell off it's frame.
"Oh, JoJo! You should be more careful when you open doors! You could've brought the whole room down with that strong arm of yours and the ridiculous amount of strength you put into pushing that door open!" Suzi giggled and hid her blush with her soft pale hands.
