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…I don’t understand how you two keep managing to tip toe around each other but end up fighting either way. I’m sure he’s over it, he is bit of a push over, an old man even. His new years resolution was not to be such a weenie.

-- He smiles weakly. Dio is legitimately happy for that, but it somewhat hurt him to think that he couldn’t be near her often like he planned on doing. Fucking stupid-ass hibernations and stupid-ass vampirism getting in the way of rare friendships. –

Robert isn’t completely wrong when he wishes me to drop dead. It might hurt my pride a lot but I guess I can be honest with you. I am troublesome and he gets sick of me easily, and while I can’t bring myself to hate him one bit after what we have went through, I am pretty sure he despises me.

-- It didn’t bother him one bit to be honest to Roberta. He did perk up when he caught the end of her phrase. –

-- Gives her a death glare at that joke, then goes to the kitchen to get something to eat. –

I believe it’s been a little over a handful of months. You missed Christmas and Halloween and…new years of course. 

No, I haven't. I highly doubt he wants to see me though, last time we talked we had a fight. A pretty bad one.

Dio!!

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/IMMEDIATELY HUGGING HIM/

EEK!!—O-oh hey it’s you.

No, I really do like it. I only know a bit of German, enough to get by when I visited a few times. I like your accent, it’s much better than mine.

/She relaxes there, balancing the box in one hand and the fisting an hand into the tails of his shirt. She holds on, closing her eyes and her face flushing red. Her heart speeds up, and she can’t help but laugh. He’s so delicate with her, but she thinks that he probably will never be able to see her romantically, but she enjoys this moment, the feeling of being protected from the world for the first time in someone’s arms. 

The happiness of just being there./

If it’s okay, I’d like to call you Sonne, if I remember correctly, it’s Sun in German. You remind me of a mixture of the Moon and the Sun. If that even makes sense.

/She gives his shoulder a small nuzzle, settling against him happily as her tears begin to slow down to a trickle. She manages to get out a few chuckles of imagine herself with bunny ears. She probably wouldn’t make a very cute rabbit./

-- He looked down at her, wanting to find a way of looking at her flushed face. Not that his was any less red. He chuckled slightly, tangling his fingers along strands of her hair, playing with it. He caught himself wondering how did this happen. While his friendship with Robert {or whatever you want to call that relationship} has been nearly annihilated several minutes ago thanks to the constant fighting, he is developing a wonderful and healthy friendship with his female counterpart. God knows how many differences are there between both of them. Perhaps he could have gotten along better with Robert if they bonded over their shitty past just like what happened with Roberta, if his wealth didn’t make him go nuts, that is. Dio felt as though he couldn’t compare both. They aren't extremely alike, and while he still held feelings towards Speedwagon, he likes Roberta much better. And apparently, she likes him just as much. The thought of being liked by someone who isn’t completely nuts or evil was rather endearing. --

Kaninchen, don’t you dare say you are not cute. You are adorable and I will not accept you believing in foul lies saying otherwise. You would make the cutest rabbit.

/She starts a bit when he wraps his arms around her. She feels comfortable here, wrapped in the arms of a man that could crush her if he wanted to. Or just the a version of the man that tormented the person she had loved the most in her realm. But she finds comfort in him, a place in her heart feels warmed, a feeling she doesn’t really understand. But it makes more tears roll down her face. but she’s smiling as she pulls back slightly. A laugh in voice./

I like it. Is it German? I don’t know what it means, but I think I can enjoy it if you’re calling me that.

/She searches his face, and suddenly she’s just starry eyed. A quality she hasn’t experienced since she was a young girl. She doesn’t really think about what she’s doing, she just does what she think is good and right and just okay for the moment. Standing up on the tips of her toes (curse tall men), she places a caste kiss close to the corner of his mouth, before resting her forehead against his shoulder. She closes her eyes, sniffling every now and again. She’s pleased with herself to say the least./

A-ah. Kaninchen means rabbit in German. I am sorry if it was so sudden, perhaps I shouldn't have-

-- He was stroking her back with his hand after she pulls back slightly, but he was taken aback by the sudden demonstration of affection. Note: No one kisses Dio. He got kissed like three times his entire lifetime. Other than his mother, a guy back in law school and a slightly accidental kiss on his chin from Rohan, Dio never got kisses. His face was now redder and he was even more flustered. His cheeks felt so hot he was sure it shouldn’t be possible to a vampire’s dead body to be so warm. When she rests her forehead on his shoulder, he lifts one of his hands and pets her hair gently, stroking it as delicately as can be. Her words were so sweet and nice, and he felt a warm fuzzy feeling inside his chest when she said it to him. Again, he was sure this wasn’t supposed to happen, according to his biology. Holding her made him feel altogether good as well, as though it was his duty to protect her, and it felt great—Specially when your protégé could kick some ass just like you can. She reminded him a lot his mother, as previously stated. He recalled when he was a child that they used to exchange kisses now and then, so he planted a kiss on Roberta’s head whilst caressing her hair. It was a weird feeling but he liked it. He really liked her, actually. –