[It's undeniable. That arrogant tone has tempered with age, but it's so Joseph-the man he remembers is a few layers under this new man.
It feels like a trick.
That my friend a shock to all of his senses because it's something they rarely admitted, even after weeks together.
The man says it so easily now-tips the wine towards him like they meet this way every weekend. As if they always share stories and wisdom around an open bottle.
He steps onto the roof without a word, jumping the patio fencing with ease and sticking to the tiles as if it's just another training session between them. He isn't convinced it's real-not yet, but there's only one way to find out. ]
You got old, you idiot.
[Is all he can manage to say at first-an accusation and sincere statement all in one. He isn't sure what to do with this. Going on the attack seems nature, feels right and-
If he's truly here, truly this much older, than-
He won. He lived. Their family's battles are finally over and he can breathe easy knowing his sacrifice wasn't in vain.]
But you're still same fool through and through-drinking on the roof? What are you thinking?
[Caesar doesn't sit beside him-not yet. He crosses his arms over his chest and stares down at the old timer from above, observing and watching for any Weird Shenanigans. He won't be caught offguard by this place.]
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It feels like a trick.
That my friend a shock to all of his senses because it's something they rarely admitted, even after weeks together.
The man says it so easily now-tips the wine towards him like they meet this way every weekend. As if they always share stories and wisdom around an open bottle.
He steps onto the roof without a word, jumping the patio fencing with ease and sticking to the tiles as if it's just another training session between them. He isn't convinced it's real-not yet, but there's only one way to find out. ]
You got old, you idiot.
[Is all he can manage to say at first-an accusation and sincere statement all in one. He isn't sure what to do with this. Going on the attack seems nature, feels right and-
If he's truly here, truly this much older, than-
He won. He lived. Their family's battles are finally over and he can breathe easy knowing his sacrifice wasn't in vain.]
But you're still same fool through and through-drinking on the roof? What are you thinking?
[Caesar doesn't sit beside him-not yet. He crosses his arms over his chest and stares down at the old timer from above, observing and watching for any Weird Shenanigans. He won't be caught offguard by this place.]