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[casaposa]

[Somehow it all comes down to ole Sougo Okita being a bastard and the offer today is courtesy of Caesar hearing one too many times that his food is shit. Screw you, Sougo. His food's fine and he's going to get validation in the most roundabout way possible. Not that he needs it, but damn.]

We're offering free snacks if you visit the Roman Holiday today. It's a bath house, if you're unaware of it.

[There's a pause while he places a cigarette between his lips and raises the camera to show this fine establishment from the outside. Incredible. ]

That's all. Ciao.

[CHARMING.]

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[casaposa]

[His hand darts beside him to grasp the fabric of Hijikata's shirt in his hands. He may or may not be preparing to punch him.]

What the hell are you doing?

RIP Caesar

[mayoninofukucho]

[That's right, Hijikata came into Caesar's bathhouse (well, the bathhouse where he works), on the day of his free snacks offering, and desecrated his food. He, of course, is completely remorseless and accordingly confused.]

What do you mean?

[He looks at his plate, then back at Caesar. Did he take too much? He picks up a mayo-laden tarallo and holds it out to him.]

Here.

[casaposa]

[This is offensive to both his senses and his ancestry. The fuck Hijikata?

Caesar slides the edge of his palm against the plate, as if the mere sight of the abomination offends him and clutches the fabric of his shirt tighter.]

Is this a joke? You can't possibly eat it that way.

[mayoninofukucho]

How else am I supposed to eat it? Dry? No way. And don't talk to me about ketchup! Mayonnaise is the superior condiment.

[He maintains eye contact with Caesar as he stuffs the tarallo into his mouth, chews and swallows, ignoring the fact that he's being held by the collar.]

Mmm. Delicious! These are good alright.