Caesar's eyes wandered about the shop until he looked towards a particular woman with a look of reluctance on her face, who appeared to have been an employee of the store. He couldn't help but think that she must have known him in some way, but he ignored those suspicions and cast it aside as a case of mistaken identity. Shifting his focus back on Adele, he watched her with about as much gentleness a man could have when watching a woman wearing a interesting costume(one actually meant for sexual stimulation), in a sex shop of all places. He handled it quite well actually, since really there was nothing about the dress he saw arousing other than the slightly visible cleavage or the skirt that was actually made to show, although decently and not too visible, whatever is under it. Basically, it was the kind of uniform you could wear in both public and private. What puzzled him was that he had no idea what she was buying the dress for.
Upon realization that she was giddily hopping over to him, he dismissed his thoughts and fully welcomed her hug along with her thanks for his compliments by wrapping his arms around her as well. Her face was a soft light red, more likened to the color pink, before and while she hugged him, which did give Caesar a query in his mind; did she like him somewhat? Trying to figure it out, he blushed as well. "You're welcome, but I should be thanking you for showing me such cuteness. You could be a model one day if you wanted... W..Wait, you're happy that I think you look belle!?" Between dumbfounded and lovestruck, he didn't know how to feel. Why would she be happy of what he thought? Did she really like him in some way? And upon searching his memory, a recollection of the events at the arcade came to him; Jynx shouted something that sounded close to a question of whether or not it was okay if she called him cute, although he could barely hear because of the various game sounds... Would that question have something to do with Adele? They were in fact talking together when she said that... So perhaps it is possible.
His face became red, however, when she brought her face close to his, and put her soft hands in his long red hair. Then, her soft lips touched his again, and in an attempt to imitate that girl's kiss, she smoothly trailed along his now moist bottom lip with her tongue. He was astonished, but more like awestruck that she kissed him again. Her kisses always tasted so nicely, that he had no words to describe it other than 'I wanted more.'
She gave him a smile after doing so, and even giggled. All that did was puzzle him even more; She must like him somehow... Or did she? And yet somehow, he had a bit of doubt; perhaps it was just her childlike ignorance of things like sex. Hopefully, she wouldn't be missing a large portion of knowledge. It would be downright hilarious if she questioned someone on 'where do babies come from?' or something close and just as uncomfortable to speak of in public.
"I love this... greeting also. Especially from Adele." He grinned back towards her, and let her play with a part of his hair that rested perfectly in front of his shoulder on on his chest. If only she knew that playing with his hair was one thing that made him easily vulnerable for people.
He frowned lightly when she asked him in a sad way if he thought she wouldn't be betrothed one day, but at the same time he even laughed. He thought the contrary; No doubt some lucky man would fall for her and her rare unadulterated love and friendship. They might even marry each other and have wonderful cute children. Probably a beautiful baby girl, a handsome young boy, one day. Caesar just couldn't see that happening for him; She wouldn't be with his type, let alone with him, a tainted or impure man. He saw her with a mature and loving husband who would treat her equally, but even though Caesar loved hard enough, and cared enough... Even if he was a gentle, understanding, and kind person, some kind of way hell had crept vines into his soul and constricted his heart; a fear of abandonment, betrayal, and loneliness were his most scarring and powerful imperfections. He wouldn't want Adele to be caught up in that, even though he would never hurt her or anything of the sort. His heart was just easily broken. She was too pure, perhaps. Even if he wanted her, and she wanted him, it would not be the best for her. Such an angel as she was could not be pulled down from heaven to love a mere mortal, or a demon. Chains bound him to the grave where he would one day fall, and it was unlikely those chains would be broken. Maybe she could break them, maybe all of heaven could release him itself. But cursed ones like him were only meant to fall down, until freed. Just shackled dogs, forced to bring suffering on others and themselves from hunger and need.
But that's just depressive thinking; no doubt there was something better. A good side to it all. He went ahead and replied how he felt to her, just giving up doubting whatever. He would just let whatever happens, happen. He would break off those 'chains' himself, if need be. Being oppressed and shackled would only make him stronger, and you can only get so far starved before you can slip out of bondage of some kind. He'd try his best to defy fate, if it was his captor.
"No, no, no... you misunderstood, love. I was saying that I would not get my wish to marry you, because I wouldn't deserve a woman like you. But who would care, I'll try my best to take you as my lover. Your daddy can do as he would like, and even kill me if he wanted to. Forgive me if I offend, but I doubt you know how to make a child before you have one... I could teach you one day, if you ask. All I know is that you... are far more delightful than anyone I've ever met. I'll happily be your boyfriend, and possibly your husband if you accept." He ended his reply to her question with an unintentional rhyme, and a soft kiss on her lips. But he couldn't stop there, no. He trailed his tongue along her bottom lip, and gently sucked on that same, soft part of her mouth before he pressed their lips together again.
He placed his right hand on her cheek, and his thumb right below her mouth just above her chin, and pulled his thumb down to make an opening past her teeth. He spoke with his mouth just close enough to hers, that the air that came out with every word he spoke, tickled his lips and hers. "Was that good? Would you like to make that our greeting? Although something is missing... Ah, this is what is was, dear..."
Caesar slipped his tongue between her opened teeth and rubbed it softly against her tongue and the roof of her mouth gently to tickle it. Then he danced around her tongue with his own, and ended the kiss. He licked the taste from his lips with a grin, and then simply showed a smirk. "I'm sorry I wasn't very clear with what I said, my french maid. It wasn't because of you, but simply because I doubted. That won't happen anymore between us, but we should keep our little greetings to ourselves, unless you would like to show everyone that we kiss each other... intimately. I would not mind." He lifted her mouth back shut, and pecked her on the lips in a gentle but playful way. Afterward wrapped his left arm around her, and chuckled lightly in an embrace.
But then, both of their phones rang two of their favorite songs, and he lifted his phone from his pocket to read the new message it alerted him because of. To his delight, it was Ryofu who sent the message; he had wanted to see if Operator Zero's change of personality had fully changed every aspect of what she carried on her. He began to think; did she buy new phones for every different type of identity she took on? And he was even intrigued about the idea of her wearing a disguise. Of course he could easily create a new identity to go by, and of course he would have to delve deeper into the 'Rudie World' to find the truly dark things. It wouldn't hurt showing a darker part of himself, after all; Justice would have to be served at all costs and with all of the power within his ability. Justice was, in fact, blind. It only saw darkness wherever it was, to be truthful. With that in mind, he decided on adopting a second persona: Nero. It would be easier to avoid trouble if he did appear to be someone else... Perhaps fully embracing his dark side would render some opportunities, and advantages.
But with those thoughts cast aside, he replied to Ryofu.
To: Ryofu
From: Caesar/Nero
Subject: RE: Where are you?
Message: We were at a sex shop. We'll be there as fast as we can, love.
Don't ask why we were there, because I don't even know, Ryo-chan. If you take offense in my calling you Ryo-chan... I guess get over it.
I'm a fighter too, you know. Ho ho ho~ Just joking with you, Ryo-chan.
I might be there as... Nero. Don't get mad at me for having another identity, alright?
Overall, we just won't race, unless there are volunteers.
O-1 out, love. Don't break anyone's face... Too much. Nice to meet you over text, by the way.
Satisfied with his message, he pressed send. Upon hearing Adele speak the obvious and hold her phone up to him, he laughed, and followed her as she pulled him to the counter. After she bought the dress and packed her other outfit into the plastic bag the store clerk gave her, the employee that looked at him before gave him an offer to buy a wig. To ask someone with perfectly long hair, if he(keep in mind he's a man) wanted to buy a wig, would have been an insult. However, when he saw the wig and the hair net that went with it, he knew he had to buy it as a part of his disguise. The hairstyle was perfect, and looked very real. So, being convinced, he handed the lady an unknown large bill, and grabbed the bag that the wig was placed in after refusing his receipt. He then followed Adele out of the shop and to the spas, but she stopped and admitted she got them lost. He couldn't help but laugh even louder than before, and he simply grabbed her hand and ran with her through a few streets until they reached the apparent meeting place; Benten-cho spas. Apparently, everyone gathered at the spas were made up of an american comic book superhero's arch-nemesis brought to life a bit different from what Heath Ledger could accomplish, some blond guy who did appear to be a mixture of Shaggy and Fred from Scooby-Do, Mio, Ryofu, including several bodies laying on the ground. Making sure no one saw him yet, he stepped away from Adele and ran into a nearby clothing store. His phone vibrated again, this time with a message from another member; Mio. Well, the more the merrier. One thing that put him off was the fact agents seemed to pop out of nowhere. He sent a message to the gang, hoping to catch them before Adele met up with everyone, while entering the store and going into it's restroom.
Group message to: B u l l 3 t
From: Caesar
Subject: Going to play dress up.
Message: Nice to meet you, Mio. I can't show up yet until I put up my disguise. I will indeed look a bit different, but never fear; You'll still love me when I introduce myself to your little friends... Ryofu, forgive me for saying... I know I said for you not to break anyone's face too much, but that was just plain messy. People have to walk around those bodies, and drive as well. I know it might have been out of self defense, but there is a way you deal with dope fiends or whatever they were. I lol'd on the inside. Okay, so everyone shall refer to me Nero when around other gangs, and etc. I'll change back afterwards. Time just flies by...
P.S. I hope no one is flirting with Ronald Mcdonald. I'd be a confused panda... He's got a face that looks like it could sandpaper bricks. Lord have mercy on his mother for having went into labor with that.
After a loud laugh, Caesar sent the message, satisfied with it, and grabbed a change of clothes from inside his messenger bag. After setting the messenger bage and the plastic bag that had his wig inside on the floor and locking the restroom door, he removed his belt and rollerblades, along with his vest and dress shirt. He continued by removing his tie, and completely removing his clothes. He went to the sink to wash his face with cold water simply because he was a bit hot from the heating in the building. But he kept changing, removing his black pants and his gloves. Ironically, the clothes he had on and the ones he was changing into had both been of the opposite color.
Continuing, he wrapped his hair in the black hairband that he kept in his pocket, and folded his hair into thin layers so he could put the wig on. He adjusted it, until he looked like someone different even in his own eyes, although there were similarities that you could not notice until looking closely. He casually put on the white suit with a black and red striped dress shirt with ease, tied his other white tie perfectly around his neck, and adjusted his belt on his waist comfortably. The change was finally completed when he removed his black gloves and strapping his black skates back on after slipping his feet into them. He looked straight into the mirror, into his emerald green eyes that quickly turned yellow when he shut them. He would have hypnotized himself if he hadn't already been entranced by determination and confidence. He actually enjoyed his disguise much more than his actual clothes, which wasn't a surprise at all. But as he looked, he had actually forgot about his glasses. He looked into his messenger bag for something to wear as a replacement, and to his delight he found a pair of red shades with yellow lenses. He put them on, and smiled with an accomplished grin. "Nero Giovanni, at your service... Nero Giovanni, a piece of sex... Nero Giovanni, God in the Sack. Bow down and suck it! No, no... Not what I'm looking for. I guess I'll just improvise."
Finished talking to himself, and chuckling, he neatly folded his entire old outfit and placed it into his messenger bag, with a sigh of relief. He lifted it over his shoulder and simply walked out of the restroom, leaving the bag that held the wig inside of it behind. Now that he changed, some store store shoppers and employees looked at him with unfamiliarity and approval at the same time. He waved to them and simply walked out of the door, and to the Benten-cho spas. His messenger bag did, in fact, have two guns inside just in case; One green, the other purple, simply for style. They were durable types, rare and expensive along with packing a great amount of firepower. You couldn't find those kinds of semi-auto guns in japan, or anywhere really. He had inherited those two guns from his father, who had a hobby as a collector of firearms. Caesar named them Elsie and Kelsie, from the obvious fact they were both the same model guns. But this information is irrelevant; the point is that he can protect himself with weapons, and hand to hand. So he casually walked over a few still KO'd men, and introduced himself to the small waiting crowd.
"I know I look familiar, like say... A certain legendary skater around tokyo-to who is no longer seen often... But don't try and speak your mind, kids..."
Caesar... Nero smiled and gave a polite bow to the strange people who gathered there.
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