[Ugh. Dio recognizes it immediately, but he's really... not even in a good enough mood to express his distaste for Monty or Monty's tastes. Instead, he just manages to take a seat. God, how he wished he could ask her for some tea or something to drink to calm the nerves and allow him some time to politely sit in silence.]
Thank you... for having me.
[He placed a hand on his forehead, just trying to relax himself a little. He was a little reluctant to admit to what it was.]
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Thank you... for having me.
[He placed a hand on his forehead, just trying to relax himself a little. He was a little reluctant to admit to what it was.]