Diurnal

Truthfully, if I had chosen to live with a human or some other form of mortal, I do not think I would be able to adjust as well. It is less of a weight on my mind, knowing that you are both kin and immortal.

Hmph, that’s his name, is it?

[He gives a bit of a snort.]

Well, I suppose it’s in his nature to be that way putting his diet into consideration.

I doubt he knows any better.

[Leaning against the windowsill, they glance outside and their eyes lop southward at the golden sidewalk crushed against the busying street as their hearing pings to the chirping of the birds flying idly above them both.]

Ah, the noises, as well–I hadn’t even considered that…

[He can’t help but chuckle just a bit at that–to think someone of his own kin would be so well-versed and articulate… a smile of his own tugs at his lips, rolling over onto his stomach and swinging his legs in the air, tracing idle circles with his toes.]

How long… hm. Time matters quite little to me, child. I stopped keeping count of the days long, long ago. I’ve seen many winters, many summers… but all that I took from that passage of time was when a certain animal would be present and ripe for eating.

I must say, for the first time since I’ve turned, I feel a bit… out of sorts. I do feel rather comfortable in your abode, however.

Fascinating.

[They drawl off, listening to his side continue until the demon is mentioned.]

I’m happy you like my abode, being in the forest one day and being here the other must have been a culture shock… But I’m glad you enjoy it and that you’ve accustomed so quickly to it.

Ah…

[Though he was still in his human form, he can’t help but let a few of his more primal habits slip. Feeling the breeze surge forth through the opened window, his back arches and he rolls this way and that, trying to get as much of his body cooled as possible. If he didn’t have any self control, his tongue might’ve been hanging out; however, he restrains himself.]

[The wind ruffles his hair, airing out the braids that clung to his cheeks due to the sheen of sweat that had broken out over his body. He lets out a pleased rumble, framed around a soft chuckle.]

Much better, child.

I find it difficult to believe that mortals prefer mechanical devices to produce something that only nature can properly provide–what do they call those things? “Fans?”

I certainly agree, a mechanical whirring does not compare with the salt tinged air thrown from the sea.

[There’s a bit of patriotism etched into their words and their features. As Giorno’s previously un-desirable expression shifts into a hardly noticeable smile as their lips faintly tug at the edges.]

[Staring down at them curiously, they lean against the wall and attempt to bring up an interesting conversation topic.]

If you could, child.

[Closing the novel that they was previously reading and removing themselves from their mattress with an audible creak, the cavity in Giorno’s chest heaves and relaxes as they let out a much needed sigh. Admittedly the midday heat was bothering the dhampir as much as it bothered the golden-locked beast sprawled across the floor of their apartment, however stubbornness shows through and Giorno simply refuse to give into the clawed weather.]

[Glancing at the creature in with an indistinguishable expression, they mentally note how the harsh beams of orange light that dance from the windows sprays across the ridges and crevices of his skin and muscles make the visitor appear to be something out of a renaissance-era painting.]

[Sunlight wasn’t an unusual appearance in Venice. But when the pillars of light made their entrance through the glassy windows and the cracks under the doors, the orange and yellow painted apartment flare up and outward and the melting colours are truly enticing to the eyes.]

[As their soft feet slither across the ground unnoticed, their footing is soft and wraith-like. Opening the windows with a twist of two downward handles carved from ivory, the limbering foliage that sits by them appears to be somewhat disturbed by the lashing breeze that enters the dormitory.]

Hmm, certainly doesn’t sound like it.

[He’s teasing them lightly, sliding a little closer and sliding his tongue against their cheek. He can feel that brief nausea, so he does his best to soothe it, a very subtle warmth radiating from his clawed digits as he continues rubbing their stomach.]

[His face flushes a little, cooing softly as he continues to rub. His tongue wiggles and dabs against their face, hoping that would at least soothe the numbness; for now, at the very least. He can’t quite help himself as he nuzzles into their temple.]

Hhh--!

[They let out a soft whimper and clutch at the bedsheets, who knew the effects would take hold so quickly and there's a definite nauseous sensation that rolls in the depth of their stomach which almost makes them double over with sickness.]

Right now? No.

[The rubbing helps them considerably as their shoulders gradually flex and become weaker. As they flop like a dead weight against the matress, the rubbing masks the growing pressure in their lower gut and the almost painful feeling pins and needles running up their toes to their hips, making them feel incredibly numb - but thankfully pain free.]

[Eyebrows raised just a bit, he crawls up and over and settles down next to them, resting his chin on their shoulder and squinting at them curiously.]

Usually my victims warm up to the idea bit faster than this… but you are my first dhampir, so I suppose it is a new experience for the both of us.

[As if it was on queue, their stomach gurgles quietly and they jolt as if electric spread right down to their toes.]

[Confused by his last statement, they narrow their eyes.]

... Well if anything, I just want all this to be over.

[Sighing softly as they stiffen up due to the lack of movement, they rest their back against the wall and look apprehensive.]