You know I'm dealing with the devil in everyone I meet
WHO: Mukuro Rokudo (morti_interno) and Donatello Versace (un_earth)
WHAT: A passing of information~
WHERE: A small, inconspicuous coffee shop
WHEN: December 4, the afternoon
Versace stared bleakly at the coffee shop before him, running his hand through his hair over and over. He'd done it so much that parts were standing up a little from how much he'd worried it. He hadn't gotten much sleep ever since the AMC's announcement. Most of his energy had gone into staying calm, as Dio had instructed. In a way, he was almost happy to get out of the house and not have to spend his time pacing through the mansion like some agitated beast.
Though he'd rather not have gone out because of this. He'd slipped from one state of paranoia into another--and he'd never had agreed to this meeting if it hadn't been about his brother. Giorno, the older brother he'd only met once, briefly. So he shouldn't even care. It didn't help that this Mukuro unnerved the hell out of him.
...But he had to know. And in any case, Versace had his Stand. His fingers dug once more into his scalp before he dropped it to the coffeeshop's doorhandle, opening it. The bell over the door tinkled and he almost jumped at it, but forced himself not to. Instead, he squinted into the dim coffeeshop, looking for the man he was supposed to meet.
WHAT: A passing of information~
WHERE: A small, inconspicuous coffee shop
WHEN: December 4, the afternoon
Versace stared bleakly at the coffee shop before him, running his hand through his hair over and over. He'd done it so much that parts were standing up a little from how much he'd worried it. He hadn't gotten much sleep ever since the AMC's announcement. Most of his energy had gone into staying calm, as Dio had instructed. In a way, he was almost happy to get out of the house and not have to spend his time pacing through the mansion like some agitated beast.
Though he'd rather not have gone out because of this. He'd slipped from one state of paranoia into another--and he'd never had agreed to this meeting if it hadn't been about his brother. Giorno, the older brother he'd only met once, briefly. So he shouldn't even care. It didn't help that this Mukuro unnerved the hell out of him.
...But he had to know. And in any case, Versace had his Stand. His fingers dug once more into his scalp before he dropped it to the coffeeshop's doorhandle, opening it. The bell over the door tinkled and he almost jumped at it, but forced himself not to. Instead, he squinted into the dim coffeeshop, looking for the man he was supposed to meet.