[ He really should take that board down. Only his employees use it, during the particularly slower nights, and it's in a spot where no one can easily spot it. He entertains their whims because he doesn't care so much, but he wonders if the ritzy image of the club is lessened by it. Well, they're good not to use it when things are actually busy and Giorno's ability isn't shabby.
Then the dove appears and he scowls almost immediately, small semblance of a good mood souring. What sort of ability just lets him turn a dart into an animal? ]
No. Get rid of it. [ The pen loosely in his grip is put down, the contract he was reading over completely disregarded now. ] Giorno, why are you here, middle of the night, and not asleep?
[He hates to think it, but he knows Giorno is already in contact with Dio. Could he have met with him early and is here now? It would make sense when Dio can't be out during the day.]
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Then the dove appears and he scowls almost immediately, small semblance of a good mood souring. What sort of ability just lets him turn a dart into an animal? ]
No. Get rid of it. [ The pen loosely in his grip is put down, the contract he was reading over completely disregarded now. ] Giorno, why are you here, middle of the night, and not asleep?
[He hates to think it, but he knows Giorno is already in contact with Dio. Could he have met with him early and is here now? It would make sense when Dio can't be out during the day.]