By the Light of the Milky Moon

Well, I suppose it’s in his nature to be that way putting his diet into consideration.

I doubt he knows any better.

[Leaning against the windowsill, they glance outside and their eyes lop southward at the golden sidewalk crushed against the busying street as their hearing pings to the chirping of the birds flying idly above them both.]

Hmn, well, with that in mind... he does seem rather young for an incubus.

You are quite considerate. ... However, do inform him that I will break his neck if he attempts to seduce me one more time.

[Their question gives him pause. Drumming his claws along the floor, he gives a contemplative rumble, stretching himself out a bit more. Satisfied with the various pops and cracks he hears all along his spine, he relaxes once more, letting out a sigh, shifting his golden eyes back up towards them.]

I’ve thought about this quite a bit. It is not impossible by any means, that much is certain--I would still be among the mouth-breathers if I had not encountered that beast that night, all those years ago.

Kin such as ourselves have a distinct smell--one that mortals cannot detect, I would imagine. Either they cannot, or they are simply too content to live out their short lives in blissful ignorance. But I can smell them.

Dragons, vampires, merfolk, and even creatures with no name... their scents mix in with that of those humans out there. There are enough out there to make me believe that mortals really are ignorant for not realizing they are not the most populous among those that walk this world.

Fascinating.

[They drawl off, listening to his side continue until the demon is mentioned.]

I’m happy you like my abode, being in the forest one day and being here the other must have been a culture shock… But I’m glad you enjoy it and that you’ve accustomed so quickly to it.

Truthfully, if I had chosen to live with a human or some other form of mortal, I do not think I would be able to adjust as well. It is less of a weight on my mind, knowing that you are both kin and immortal.

Hmph, that’s his name, is it?

[He gives a bit of a snort.]

I certainly agree, a mechanical whirring does not compare with the salt tinged air thrown from the sea.

[There’s a bit of patriotism etched into their words and their features. As Giorno’s previously un-desirable expression shifts into a hardly noticeable smile as their lips faintly tug at the edges.]

[Staring down at them curiously, they lean against the wall and attempt to bring up an interesting conversation topic.]

Ah, the noises, as well--I hadn’t even considered that...

[He can’t help but chuckle just a bit at that--to think someone of his own kin would be so well-versed and articulate... a smile of his own tugs at his lips, rolling over onto his stomach and swinging his legs in the air, tracing idle circles with his toes.]

How long... hm. Time matters quite little to me, child. I stopped keeping count of the days long, long ago. I’ve seen many winters, many summers... but all that I took from that passage of time was when a certain animal would be present and ripe for eating.

I must say, for the first time since I’ve turned, I feel a bit... out of sorts. I do feel rather comfortable in your abode, however.

[He lurks through the brush, peering through and analyzing who this stranger was. The leaves around him rustle slightly as he continues to sniff, picking up on the boy’s scent and chuffing.]

A human child...

[This was tricky. Depending on how well raised the child was, they could either be less likely to panic in his presence, or more likely to draw attention.]

[Closing the novel that they was previously reading and removing themselves from their mattress with an audible creak, the cavity in Giorno’s chest heaves and relaxes as they let out a much needed sigh. Admittedly the midday heat was bothering the dhampir as much as it bothered the golden-locked beast sprawled across the floor of their apartment, however stubbornness shows through and Giorno simply refuse to give into the clawed weather.]

[Glancing at the creature in with an indistinguishable expression, they mentally note how the harsh beams of orange light that dance from the windows sprays across the ridges and crevices of his skin and muscles make the visitor appear to be something out of a renaissance-era painting.]

[Sunlight wasn’t an unusual appearance in Venice. But when the pillars of light made their entrance through the glassy windows and the cracks under the doors, the orange and yellow painted apartment flare up and outward and the melting colours are truly enticing to the eyes.]

[As their soft feet slither across the ground unnoticed, their footing is soft and wraith-like. Opening the windows with a twist of two downward handles carved from ivory, the limbering foliage that sits by them appears to be somewhat disturbed by the lashing breeze that enters the dormitory.]

Ah...

[Though he was still in his human form, he can’t help but let a few of his more primal habits slip. Feeling the breeze surge forth through the opened window, his back arches and he rolls this way and that, trying to get as much of his body cooled as possible. If he didn’t have any self control, his tongue might’ve been hanging out; however, he restrains himself.]

[The wind ruffles his hair, airing out the braids that clung to his cheeks due to the sheen of sweat that had broken out over his body. He lets out a pleased rumble, framed around a soft chuckle.]

Much better, child.

I find it difficult to believe that mortals prefer mechanical devices to produce something that only nature can properly provide--what do they call those things? “Fans?”

…

[They are honestly beginning to think that there’s either something seriously amiss here, or that there’s an ongoing joke that they aren’t apart of.]

.......................

Of course. I, DIO, obviously knew that. I was simply testing you to see if you also knew this much. Very good, small child.

[They roll their eyes at the last statement before flopping onto the couch and turning on the TV, man, clearly today is going to be one of those lazy days.]

[His ears flick a little when the TV turns on--it's been so long since he's been part of society, he's almost forgotten what it sounds like. With a slab of meat in his teeth, he slinks over to sit on the floor by the couch, squinting at it.]

...

[If they was tall enough, they would definitely pat him on the head. Maybe that could be an aspiration of theirs.] 

Just meats from the market, nothing too fresh.

[He can see that look in their eyes. Maybe some day, small Haruno. But with the promise of the meats, he moves over to the fridge, opening up the door and nosing through it.]

[Assorted meats. Hell....... yes. He's sinking his teeth into the first slab he finds, nibbling and tearing at it as he hunkers down.]

[Lots of snoots. — They’re terribly glad over the fact that licking is completely out of the question here.]

Oh, you flatter me so.

[Though his ears and tail are not out, that look in his eyes suggests that he would certainly be wagging it lazily.]

Indeed, I am quite famished.

[Here they are THE small child. Tiny Haruno. Small. Lift. Protect.]

[Snooted.]

[His damnable canine instincts are taking over, and he just can't stop snooting. Small voice. Small baby Haruno.]

Good morning, indeed.

Grrrrrrrrrrrr……!

-What’s with that look? This was clearly not a very good person, and he knows it. Dog or human or otherwise, aggression was not okay.-

Grrrrrrryyyyyyyy...!!!

[If this dog thinks it can threaten him, the alpha, with such tiny growls, he's sorely mistaken. He raises his haunches and bears his long rows of pointed teeth, snarling lowly.]

Beast.