would you perhaps be able to write something with regressed/little Dio and vanilla ice taking care of him?
Dio has a hard time with Vanilla not understanding what he wants. Tsk tsk!
Dio told Vanilla in no uncertain terms that whatever orders he gives while a grownup are more important than whatever he demands while regressed. And if the vampire gets cranky while small, he needs to be put in a supervised timeout. Any form of discipline will only make him behave worse, and Dio doesn't wish to hurt him while throwing a tantrum...
But while small, Dio was enraged at the prospect of not getting what he wanted. Specifically, to go outside in the hot cario sun and get himself some sweets before bed. What could go wrong?!
Well, something stupid. Because stupid grown-up Dio told stupid grown-up Vanilla Ice to not let regressed Dio outside during the daytime!
How dare Vanilla?! And how dare The World not freeze time so he could run out of time-out without being guided right back to the corner! Doesn't his own stand listen to him?! There's a baby with a more obedient stand! It's not fair!
He huffs as hard as he can, throwing a glare over his shoulder at Vanilla Ice. He hopes the servant can hear how upset he, Dio, is with him!
"Dio, do you know why you can't go outside during daytime?" the caregiver calmly asks.
Dio turns around on his heel, staring him down. Notably, Vanilla Ice was already holding a Peter Rabbit book. He's getting ready for bedtime, even though Dio said he wasn't going to bed! Rude! Rude rude rude!
"You're a foozler, ratbag, church bell, and I hate you."
"... I think I understood two of those insults, little prince."
"I don't want to go to bed! It's not fair! I want to stay up! I want to go outside and go back to the markets for sweets!"
"It's already midday, my lord. You can't go outside until it's dark out, or you'll be hurt. And the day doesn't have to be so long if you just come here and rest. I'll read you some fairytales; you like Peter Rabbit, don't you?"
"I don't care! I want to go now! It's not fair!"
The caregiver closes his eyes to think for a moment before he turns to Dio again. "Would you like some of the diabetics? I could have someone fetch them for you."
Dio stomped, sighing as he looked up at the ceiling exasperated: "I don't want to drink blood, I want sweets!"
Vanilla dimmed the lights of the room as he asked: "What type of sweets, little prince? Ice Creams? Cakes?"
Dio sunk to the floor, head in his palms as he mumbled. "Sweets sort of sweets... Obviously... Peppermint humbugs. Lemon drops... Rhubarb custards."
"Yes!" Dio sighs, rolling over on the carpet and tossing his hands up! "I've been saying that for hours... I won't sleep unless I get some sweets."
"Fine, little prince. I can get some candies for you from the market-- I won't be more than three minutes. You can only have a few before bed though, and we'll save the rest for when you wake up." Vanilla steps outside the room for a moment, sprinting down the hallway, before exiting the house.
Dio clambers into bed, happy to finally get his way! He's going to get his sweets, his caregiver wasn't mad at him for the misunderstanding, and he's going to get his way! As he always should, after all. The only hitch in the plan was not being able to get those sweets himself-- what a silly rule his grownup mind put into place! And what a silly rule for his caregiver to follow. But no matter: Dio gets everything he wants in the end!
Now, if only Vanilla would hurry up home so he could eat his sweets in bed while his caregiver reads Peter Rabbit!
