He follows. He does not see, nor even look at where Star Platinum was supposed to be. All he knows is that this man has some kind of ability that is currently beyond his knowledge, and this is deeply unsettling. Dio isn't the kind of guy who'd like to be stuck in a situation that's wholly unfamiliar to him and is offering no reward for staking his claim in it. At the moment, everything is frustrating and he is a quiet, but nonetheless polite, accessory to this man.
The position is grating, but he tells himself: it's temporary. There is still time for this world to become a dream he can wake up from. There is still time - provided that he gets over the small inconvenience of death in this world, should that ever happen - to learn about everything else.
He keeps himself low and away from the windows. Hiding like a rat .... he grits his teeth. Glances at this stranger.
"We have some time." He is glowering. Some of that facade he's had on his face for a while falls, and there's something ineherently animalistic about his face. "I have questions."
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The position is grating, but he tells himself: it's temporary. There is still time for this world to become a dream he can wake up from. There is still time - provided that he gets over the small inconvenience of death in this world, should that ever happen - to learn about everything else.
He keeps himself low and away from the windows. Hiding like a rat .... he grits his teeth. Glances at this stranger.
"We have some time." He is glowering. Some of that facade he's had on his face for a while falls, and there's something ineherently animalistic about his face. "I have questions."