#counttheprimes

♣ - a text not meant for you

to: Puccifrom: DIO

MESSAGE:

Did you know ancient Egyptians shaved off their eyebrows to mourn the deaths of their cats?

Wait, he had just sent the message to the wrong person. Quickly he typed out another text before he received a response.

Shit, you're the snake guy ignore that message.

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☠ - misguided advice

to: Puccifrom: DIO

MESSAGE:

He didn’t even know this guy.

During the time he lived in the city, the whole year and a few months now, he’d never seen him before. Through all the days of walking the streets and with all the hours on clock of working in the record store watching both the customers and outside world pass. He’d never met him. Never seen his face. Except for today.Why he’d gone outside, he didn’t know. Maybe it was because the day looked promising, nice in the aspect that he could enjoy it. Or maybe it was because of some weird fate that had subtlety ordered his being to venture from his apartment. Whatever it was, destiny or not, he’d gone. Out the door. Down the steps. Across the street to the ice cream parlor and next to some dude who was easily twice his size and could probably pop his head off without even trying. What had happened had come quick. So quick that he hadn’t even noticed it at first. As the line had moved and he had stepped forward to the register, he’d run into warmth,actually, the shirt of another’s back. In between that time point, somewhere along three to five seconds, there’d been some sort of noise. A splat to be exact. The kind of splat that all men and women knew and was one of the most heartbreaking of them all.Someone’s ice cream had fallen.When his form had come into contact with the bulky, totally over-shaped man that had been in front of him, there’d been a collision course. The momentum of the crash had caused the other to fumble a bit with his hands, slip slightly with a finger and then watch as his purchase had gone hurdling to the shop’s surface. The sound that probably only he and Craig himself had heard, was the death of the treat. The demise of the creamy strawberry, chocolate cake ice cream. The beginning of a tragedy.

As the silence broke the chatter and the whole store began to grow quiet in interest as to what would happen, the cynic turned his gaze from the fallen soldier to its commander; eyebrows coming into a slight furrow as to brace for a hit. To his surprise however, and most likely the whole crowd’s, the only movement that was made was a roll of broad, toned shoulders, and a small, almost bare whisper of,

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock...  

Time was a funny thing. It was a made life easier, or so one would think. Often it would pass by quickly or even slowly. It was fascinating sometimes to just watch the hands of the clock tick on by as you waste your time staring at an inanimate object. What else could you do with your time? Sometimes one could wish for the ability to stop time, go back in time, or even speed up time. But that was all funny talk, wasn't it? Lamenting on time was a daily pastime.

It was something innate to Dio, to be bothered by time. But he would ignore these subconscious cues by filling his mind with words upon words from a book about Italian art or about the Renaissance Era. Both of which filled him with delight, genuine joy and interest. One he wish he could share with another human being. Dio was a rather curious man often being amused with even the most trivial of facts. He was fascinated by the construct of time, the meaning behind art and why millions would visit pieces that have lasted before his own birth. It was incredible to him.

But what exactly was he doing at this very point in time? Nothing particularly important. Dio hadn't realized how much time had passed or how much he wasted. However he did notice there was only one customer left in his store. He did not feel his presence to begin with after being engrossed in several lengthy books about architecture and the like. Often times Dio would accidentally run out potential buyers simply because they viewed him as a brute. Doesn't the well being of each of the individual animals prove his fondness for these creatures? However, he himself realized how superficial most of the residents that crossed his path were.

Dio brought his attention to the single customer in his store was interested in the reptiles - specifically - the snakes. The appearance of the man before him was slightly odd, a fairly dark skinned young man. He seemed like a holy child, you know those who went through the seminary to follow God. He then realized he had seen this man before, he had purchased a snake from here before. Although he had long forgotten his name perhaps he was here for another or maybe feed for the reptile? Without a single thought further Dio spoke, "It's been a while since I've seen you here. What brings you here again?"