I'm literally telling you I'll give you literally anything you want and you're literally telling me you want to be an object of worship and you're being too dumb to literally realize you just literally need to literally ask and I'll literally craft a statue of marble in your image!!
I don't understand why Pucci likes you so much if you like being worshiped as a God and he already worships God and stuff. Ugh, boys are so complicated and confusing. Okay, hold on, let me try a new tactic. Okay? Forget everything I just said. Ahehehehem,
Ah... Dio Brando. An adonis of man, a step above humanity. He, with chiseled jaw, with angular cheekbones, with eyes of stone, with greater depth than the sea - To think that I, a mere peasant, a grain of sand compared to his majesty - to think that I, Odin Dark, have found myself in the position of gazing upon this impossible divinity, this epitome of masculinity, this... this physical embodiment of nobility, of royalty, of power-- No. No. This brightness is one I must avert my gaze from, lest I fall blind to its intensity. And yet... I can't turn away. Could anyone? For a man to turn his back on the sun - this would be the same as turning his back on life, on love, on energy, on warmth, on the things he thrives on, the things that keep him alive - And in the end, it is you, Dio, that humanity aspires to thrive under, and it is you, Dio, that we survive in spite of. We writhe under your thumb! Your sexy, sexy thumb. A THUMB OF A GOD. You're the sun, basically? I think I'm saying you're the sun and that I need you to survive because of how hot you are but I can't touch you, because-- ooh! SO hot. That sizzle? Yikes, yikes, yikes. My flesh, it burns! Haha. Do you get it?
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I don't understand why Pucci likes you so much if you like being worshiped as a God and he already worships God and stuff.
Ugh, boys are so complicated and confusing.
Okay, hold on, let me try a new tactic. Okay? Forget everything I just said.
Ahehehehem,
Ah... Dio Brando.
An adonis of man, a step above humanity. He, with chiseled jaw, with angular cheekbones, with eyes of stone, with greater depth than the sea -
To think that I, a mere peasant, a grain of sand compared to his majesty - to think that I, Odin Dark, have found myself in the position of gazing upon this impossible divinity, this epitome of masculinity, this... this physical embodiment of nobility, of royalty, of power--
No. No. This brightness is one I must avert my gaze from, lest I fall blind to its intensity.
And yet... I can't turn away.
Could anyone? For a man to turn his back on the sun - this would be the same as turning his back on life, on love, on energy, on warmth, on the things he thrives on, the things that keep him alive -
And in the end, it is you, Dio, that humanity aspires to thrive under, and it is you, Dio, that we survive in spite of. We writhe under your thumb! Your sexy, sexy thumb. A THUMB OF A GOD.
You're the sun, basically? I think I'm saying you're the sun and that I need you to survive because of how hot you are but I can't touch you, because-- ooh! SO hot. That sizzle? Yikes, yikes, yikes. My flesh, it burns! Haha.
Do you get it?