[ he says nothing to him, rather distracted by that presence surrounding him and the fact that he had just been mauling those slimes. one, that is disgusting, and dio self-consciously checks his shoes to make sure they're not dirty from the random encounter. two, he can stand now and that headache's abating, sort of, which means he can completely hold his ground if needed. something entirely bizarre has just happened to the two of them and dio, well. he's not going to shy away from an opportunity to try things.
he glances at his face. does he recognize him from anywhere? if he does, then his choices are very limited, and hazama's not the only one looking for trouble. but he doesn't, so dio changes tactics. stab goes down in his list of priorities, but only just a few rungs. ]
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he glances at his face. does he recognize him from anywhere? if he does, then his choices are very limited, and hazama's not the only one looking for trouble. but he doesn't, so dio changes tactics. stab goes down in his list of priorities, but only just a few rungs. ]
I'm not looking for a date, sorry.