[While Giorno was out Dio went back to sitting outside on the roof. The sun was dying past the horizon and the view of the city cast in a warm kaleidoscope of colors was almost peaceful.
He keeps an ear out for Giorno's return and when he hears the sound of the door opening Dio picks himself up again to peek inside. The amount of food brought back makes him pause, wrinkling his nose at some of the boxes.]
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He keeps an ear out for Giorno's return and when he hears the sound of the door opening Dio picks himself up again to peek inside. The amount of food brought back makes him pause, wrinkling his nose at some of the boxes.]
Are you preparing me for a war?