Dio's expression softens further, to one that really only Pucci was ever allowed to see. Something like relief, almost relaxed, a small smile that wasn't actually forced or faked. Yes, this was fine. It was not something he could not fix, and Enrico wasn't going to argue it. Dio didn't often order him around, but this was something he'd have to insist on.
They're so very platonic.]
Not as irritating as you'd hope, though it does make me rather hungry. [Not that it was particularly appetizing, mind you, but the reminder of blood did have him remembering how he must continue healing himself lately. A Pain.]
Can you walk or shall you be carried about like my new bride? [That was a jOKE. MOSTLY. Dio tried to make that obvious with a crooked sort of grin. Really though, he'll carry you if you need him to. Or just want him to. You know.
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Dio's expression softens further, to one that really only Pucci was ever allowed to see. Something like relief, almost relaxed, a small smile that wasn't actually forced or faked. Yes, this was fine. It was not something he could not fix, and Enrico wasn't going to argue it. Dio didn't often order him around, but this was something he'd have to insist on.
They're so very platonic.]
Not as irritating as you'd hope, though it does make me rather hungry. [Not that it was particularly appetizing, mind you, but the reminder of blood did have him remembering how he must continue healing himself lately. A Pain.]
Can you walk or shall you be carried about like my new bride? [That was a jOKE. MOSTLY. Dio tried to make that obvious with a crooked sort of grin. Really though, he'll carry you if you need him to. Or just want him to. You know.
Like totally platonic friends do.]