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[caesaaaaar]

I wonder about my choices in friends. I want to punch his face in right about now.

The place I was staying in is now, apparently, destroyed. So we're looking for somewhere else to live. I'm mostly quiet and keep to myself. I can't say as much for Joseph.

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[hamonatrix]

I couldn't tell you where he got his attitude.

[caesaaaaar]

Master, it's Joseph. He's been like this since I've met him...He obviously didn't get it from you.

[hamonatrix]

Are you sure about that, Caesar? I've a hard time believing that he got it from his grandmother.

[caesaaaaar]

... Mostly sure.

[hamonatrix]

Knowing the Joestar men, I would say there's a good change he inherited it from his father, and grandfather. But you never know. His mother was a bit of a wild-card.

[caesaaaaar]

Yes, well...It's the Joestar line. A little bit of insanity runs in the family.

[hamonatrix]

Trust me. I am intimately acquainted with the Joestar line. I know.

[caesaaaaar]

Right...Better than I would.

[hamonatrix]

Still...I can empathize with the occasional desire to knock some sense into their sculls.

Not that I was all that less impulsive at that age.

[caesaaaaar]

I knock sense into Joseph all the time. It's cathartic, really.

[hamonatrix]

I know, but it's a different dynamic between the two of you, than between he and I.

[caesaaaaar]

I know that.

[hamonatrix]

You think maybe I should turn him over my knee, anyway?

[caesaaaaar]

Yes, just so I can see the look on his face.

[hamonatrix]

I would be rather priceless, wouldn't it.

[caesaaaaar]

He'd never shut up about it, either.