#noriiakis

@noriiakis Sadao stepped into the driveway of his long awaited home. It seemed so different now, so wicked. He could still hear the careful words that were whispered into his ear. This place was a sickness. The people inside as well. A nagging inconvenience to his plan. He entered, a hand brushing against his pant pocket, assuring himself that the knife was still there. Despite the "gift" he'd been given, it was hardly an offensive ability. Sadao glanced around, seeing no sight of his wife. She must already be dying, just as Dio had claimed. Somewhere deep inside him, he felt a small relief. Better for her to go like this than... than... He ripped his thoughts away from Holy as he noticed a boy walking down the hall, his head wrapped in bandages. Sadao knew exactly who he was. He was a traitor. The older man put on a friendly smile despite his thoughts. "Ah, I didn't know Jotaro had a friend over," he greeted pleasantly.

And so, like Jotaro, Kakyoin also received a note beckoning him to have dinner at Tonio’s....

      [ ♕ ] -- “It is not that I hate your kind.” Not without cause; though mannerisms may suggest it, his viewpoint on humans had long since moved beyond hatred. They were a blemish. “It is that I see them as unprogressive. There is no cause to them, and if they aren’t of use, they are not necessary.” That should make his point clear, and end this before it went further; talking to someone such as him wasn’t something he was willing to dabble in any further.

Don’t ever let me use MMD.

           ‘ You have to be more careful with carrying things.                    You might hurt your back otherwise. ‘

Hover over the names for explanations.

YARE YARE DA- HECK ARE WE WAITING FOR? LET’S DO THIS!