Jojo's Poorly Made One-Shots

Bubbles -Caejose [B A R E L Y]-

[this is probably gonna suck, just saying. I did get better though, I hope]

[this isn't really a Caejose fanfic where they're dating or something, it's kind of implied, i guess. I dunno, just enjoy please]

[also, disclaimer: if i make a spelling mistake or something of that nature, it's because I'm writing on a crappy chromebook and i type way to fast for this shit]

Caesar, after a long day of hamon training, stumbled into his bathroom, sitting on the rim of the bathtub, breathing heavily. Today, Lisa Lisa decided to have him and Joseph spar, which has proven easier said than done. Joseph was unpredictable, which was quite shocking; he had three tricks up his sleeve and yet he managed to jebait the shit out of him and win their sparring match. It pissed him off a little bit. 

Once he calmed down, took off his scarf, standing up and adding it to the pile of dirty clothes he and Joseph had going. He looked down at his hands, knuckles stained with dried blood-- whether from himself or from Joseph, he knew not-- and dirt. The blonde sighed, turning the faucet on the sink and lathering his gross hands with soap. He couldn't stand them anymore.

After getting his hands clean, he looked back at the sink. Bubbles were still in the sink. Then, a not at all immature idea made its' way into his brain.

What if I try blowing bubbles without my hamon?

He put more soap onto his hands, rubbing his hands together, then making an "ok" sign with his left hand. Half of him wanted to try to blow the bubble, but the other half was yelling at him in Italian to get his shit together and to get the soap off his hands. He was twenty years old for god's sake.

And yet he blew the bubble. He was surprised that it worked, for some reason. He blew another bubble, and another, not noticing Joseph standing at the threshold of the bathroom.

"Caesarino?" was all the Brit had to say to catch Caesar's attention; Caesar went red and froze.

"U-uh Joseph!! I-It's not what it looks like, I was just washing my hands, I swear, I'm not a chi--"

"Caesar, I don't care, you can blow bubbles in the sink all you want. With or without hamon," Joseph stood beside Caesar, also putting soap on his hands and blowing a few bubbles. He smiled at Caesar, "It's okay to act like a child once in a while. Also, I wanted to apologise for tripping you, that was low."

"It's alright, Jojo, I probably would've done the same, except with some dignità*," Caesar smirked, his blush dying down greatly. 

"Oi! That's so rude! I don't even speak Italian but I know you said something mean!" Joseph huffed.

"Jojo, it's only true," Caesar dried his hands-- that he ended up washing again due to the soap-- and, once done, threw the towel at Joseph, "Also, do you want to go to a restaurant with me? I know one that serves really good Pasta al nero di seppia*"

"Remind me what that was again?" The brunette grinned sheepishly as Caesar face-palmed. 

"It doesn't matter, do you want to go or not?"

"Of course, Caesar-Chan."

Italian words in English:

*dignity

*squid ink pasta

so um, constructive criticism? please?

ciao!