{ ѽ } - Repeatedly, and rather angrily, slams her knife on the cutting board while cutting up an apple. Of course, she usually does have a rather “rough” baking style but this wasn’t the same. This was pure anger covering up an emotion she’d rather keep hidden; even if it caused this cutting board to snap in half which it sounded like it might actually do... If you think that’s bad, however, you should see the apple.

{ ѽ } - ❝ Oh, well this is a change of pace… ❞

           { ѽ } - ❝...That’s a lot of rain. How unsettling. ❞

           { ѽ } -❝ You may be good at BGO, but I hear you still can’t beat Etihw in Othello or cards... ❞

            { ѽ } - It was strange to see the cold angel on the bench without her neon green haired counterpart right with her. Almost off-putting in a way, though perhaps Yosafire was helping Ms. Grief with the weeds and Froze was waiting. There was no really way for Dialo to be sure, but the angel looked rather bored and lonely. Maybe she could keep her company while she waited, seeing as she did enjoy talking to Froze and was never able to do it too often. Looking back toward her house she shrugged, hoping that Chelan would understand her actions later. Quietly, she approached the bench before taking a seat beside the other, smoothing out her dress as she did so.  ❝ I hope you don’t mind me sitting with you. Though you did look rather... alone. ❞ Maybe she could ask her about the invasion... She had been curious about what the four others did during that, seeing as the story Yosafire told was a bit... vague and could have possibly been over exaggerated.

           { ѽ } - She wasn’t sure why, but somehow Dialo found herself being the one to help Yosafire study. It seemed that both Froze and Macarona were busy, so the red-head was probably the other demon’s last option. A shame, really, in Dialos opinion. Resting an elbow on the table and a head in her hand, her tired eyes gazed over the material Yosafire was taking an awfully long time to read. Either she didn’t understand it or she wasn’t the best reader, but Dialo didn’t want to interrupt her still. Though it had been some time... Covering her mouth with her free hand, she yawned before speaking, glancing out the window to see the setting sun before back to the other demon. ❝ Would you mind reminding me why I’m here? You’ve been reading for some time and you don’t seem to need any help with it so my presence here is pointless... ❞

            { ѽ } - Whenever she had extra pie, and her friends had already got their share, she would take the extras up to the castle. On her way up, she looked down at the single pie wondering if it would be enough considering she usually had a bit more to give. The only time she looked up was when she heard mumbling. Stopping in her tracks, she looked around before noticing the shy devil a bit far away in a flower patch. It was hard not to see him since the colors he wore only made him stick out like a sore thumb in such vibrant colors the flowers offered. Looking back at the castle, then back at him, she decided to go see if something was the matter, or if he merely just wanted to be alone. ❝ Is... everything alright? ❞

            { ѽ } - While searching for a lost item, Dialo happened to notice Macarona who seemed to be having trouble with... something. She wasn’t sure what it was, the view being blocked by the angel’s back and wings, though she was still interested. Looking around, as if anyone was watching, she walked up behind the other with footsteps as light as air. Leaning to the side, she spoke. ❝ Need any help with... whatever that is? ❞