[ wow what the heck was that. dio amadeo's kind of annoyed at this whole shindig, and after typing a quick message, he just groans and pulls the blankets over him more. ]

Listen I've been running on coffee these past few days and I just want to sleep. Let a man live his life.

[ he's dreaming, he has to be. he was on his way to push himself right into the hudson when the sun came up and now he was here, lying on the grass, his fingers clutching the earth underneath him as dio is floored with the gravity of the situation. he feels like puking, like tearing something alive apart in his hands.

it's a struggle to get up, and even then, his legs feel shaky. he feels like he should be drinking right now, and immediately despises himself for even thinking of that as an option. still, the thirst lingers, and the only reason why he's not booking it off is because he has a feeling that all of that was just a messy prelude to something worse.

dio dusts off his uniform, meticulously makes sure his blazer is clean. upon seeing another person, he glances at them and smiles. ]

Is this one of your favourite haunts, or is there another reason why you're hanging out here as well?

[ the faintest trace of gold behind him dissipates in the fog. ]

[ WILDCARD, hit me with whatever!! ]