Is… Is this man, no, no this… child ignoring him?! Mocking him maybe? How dare he…
This is unacceptable, but Dio attempted to stay calm about it.
“I see… My mistake then.” Won’t be repeating that ever again.
“Proceed with… whatever it is you are doing. I, DIO, shall take my leave.”
Snarling intensifies.
【 ✮ 】— Should he even care about him? Who knows. Giorno dealt already with different versions of his father –the terrible, cruel vampire called Dio Brando, a being Giorno knew only thanks to a ruined photo in his wallet– and still he didn’t even know if the one he currently defined as his ‘Padre’ was actually part of his world. For what he knew, the vampire snarling and pouting like a spoiled brat in front of him could be the one whose blood runs in his own veins as well.
— « I would say it’s not entirely your fault. The universes are slowly, dangerously merging, and this is the main cause of… unfortunate misunderstanding. » His voice was lulling, soft like velvet. It was filled with the charisma of a leader –the leader he actually was, after all. « You look similar to a person I always wanted to meet. »