Ahem... Leans into microphone.
"I heard that, Mrs Steel. Bitch.”
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Ahem... Leans into microphone.
"I heard that, Mrs Steel. Bitch.”
@xcamena || Continued
Her nervous disposition is acknowledged, a slight frown forming in his brow-- not to mention the way she stares. Before he can utter the words, ‘you alright?’, she’s already responded.
... Odd, he can’t help but think. Maybe its just another American culture shock he hadn’t gotten used to yet, though, so he chooses not to comment on it at all. His hands dig into his pockets hurriedly; even though they were gloved, the worn leather was doing very little to keep them warm.
“I... Suppose that’s true.” He isn’t trying to come off as judgemental, but his flat tone doesn’t help that case (who is he to judge a lady’s taste in fashion, anyway?). Now its his turn to stare for a second too long- does he know her from somewhere?
He’d seen a lot of faces during the Steel Ball Run, obviously, but surely he’d remember... Someone who chose to dress like that during the winter? Perhaps an associate of Valentine (ugh, he’d dread to think), but surely her name would be on the tip of his tongue if they were colleagues.
... He shakes his head.
“Weird- I think I just had de javu--” A quick shrug of one shoulder. The thought is dismissed. “-- I do apologise for bothering you. I only came outdoors for a cigarette, anyway.”
For @xcamena as Mildler :
Dio approaches the closed door to his private chambers, full steam ahead as he had a full day of reading planned out, studying modern novels and technical manuals on computers and a mind full of knotty questions on his longstanding problem on dealing with the Joestars and their allies.
He is so lost in thought that he only gives the briefest of acknowledgements to Mildler standing in the hallway with a curt “Hello, my dear priestess. I’ll see you tonight.”
And then he tries to open the door. The handle doesn’t turn.
“What?”
He tires to jangle the knob back and forth and gets no friction for his attempt as it won’t even budge. Don’t tell him that he’ll have to break down the door...
@xcamena liked for a starter.
“Our agency deals with a wide range of cases. Going from finding lost pets to fighting against terrorism organizations. You could call us rather unique on that front, as our members majorly specialize on their own subjects. ”
Naomi explained to the girl who had come to visit their agency for a reason she was not yet privy to. Though the agency where she worked at was somewhat secretive, she was instructed to keep the talk to more open-to-public style.
“I take this is for a school project? Feel free to ask for more details, I’ll be happy to answer them the best I can.”
@xcamena || Permanent Starter Call
“... Mrs. Steel.”
Valentine knows there’s no need for the formalities, but its hardly done out of politeness- his tone runs as cold as the December snowstorm that’s whistling outside, and ever patronising.
Expression remains carefully neutral, though. But not to be fooled, he has already come to multiple conclusions.
“What are you doing here. Should you not be tending to your husband.” They’re hardly presented as questions, more like dull, bored, statements... She’s clearly snooping around for something.
@xcamena || Permenant Starter Call
“Lucy-- you’re going to catch a cold.”
Using his best firm voice with her... Admittedly, it’s difficult. Something about her demeanor makes it difficult for him to feel truly frustrated-- perhaps he sees something in her that reminded of himself when he were younger.
Diego yanks off his scarf, before practically tossing it at her; it probably reeks of cologne and cigarettes, and it is pretty thin, but its better than nothing. Diego could live without it for now.
“Put that on-- and I don’t think those shoes are suitable for snow, either.”
¥ (from Midler)
DIO rates your muse:
Looks: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
Personality: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
Attraction: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
Would they date them: yes | no
Favorite thing about them: She would give me her very life if I were but to ask for it. Powerful Stand too.
Least favorite thing about them: Not the friend I, DIO need to get to Heaven.
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