There's a theme here and it's getting under his skin. Maybe it wouldn't quite so much had he actually not been at the bottom of the Atlantic throughout the early 20th century, he'd at least clearly recognize it, but all these little quirks are... not quite familiar.
And they're a bit agitating!!!
"Paint it." WITH BL- no. Don't do that. "Maybe they have other models available." After all, variety is the spice of life!
And he's seen some shit that suggests to him this place can do more than offer some interesting design changes.
Dio glances towards the window as if somehow expected the sun to actually be out there somewhere, but if it had been he'd be a pile of ash right now. Old habits die hard. And since they might still save him in the future..
"I have an allergy." TO THE SUN. "It's rather inconvenient. Hell doesn't have a sun?" And that tone right there, suggests Dio's judging whether or not actual hell is involved pretty damn hard!
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And they're a bit agitating!!!
"Paint it." WITH BL- no. Don't do that. "Maybe they have other models available." After all, variety is the spice of life!
And he's seen some shit that suggests to him this place can do more than offer some interesting design changes.
Dio glances towards the window as if somehow expected the sun to actually be out there somewhere, but if it had been he'd be a pile of ash right now. Old habits die hard. And since they might still save him in the future..
"I have an allergy." TO THE SUN. "It's rather inconvenient. Hell doesn't have a sun?" And that tone right there, suggests Dio's judging whether or not actual hell is involved pretty damn hard!