Sixteenth Night

[rainbwinthedark]

*Dio is entirely not happy about suddenly appearing in Mayfield again, albeit in a different house. He is happy, however, that he kept his things from his last stay and didn't have to start all over. That would have made for some exquisite rage. He picks up the phone from the receiver and decides to ask a question, his voice deadly calm, but

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[convallariaceae]

Ah, the name does sound somewhat familiar.

I believe I haven't heard this voice in possibly...half a year? It's so hard to keep track of such short amounts of time.

[rainbwinthedark]

...Hm. That long, then? I'd hoped it would have been even longer.

[convallariaceae]

Well, the amount of time is but a trifle.

Only a human would take notice of such a short time, after all.

[rainbwinthedark]

This is true. After a century or more, you stop noticing.

[convallariaceae]

Ah yes, I thought I remembered you being one of the long-lived fellows.

So, I trust you enjoyed your time back home?

[rainbwinthedark]

Hm, quite a lot, really. Much more than I have ever enjoyed time here.

[convallariaceae]

Good, good.

It will be something to look forward to, then.

In the meantime, you may as well enjoy your home away from home...yes? There is always such entertainment to be found here.

[rainbwinthedark]

Enjoy? Not particularly. I'd rather be back in my library. As for the entertainment...Yes, that will be quite nice.

[convallariaceae]

It's also quite easy to move from spectator to the star of the stage.

I do hope to see you in a lead role.

[rainbwinthedark]

When the time is right, my dear, that is when I'll strike.

[convallariaceae]

Ohhh, I look forward to it.

[rainbwinthedark]

I expected nothing less.

[convallariaceae]

Well, I shall leave you to your re-adjustment Mister Brando. Good day.

[With that, Yuuka hangs up the phone. The man certainly is her type...though only in the bro sense...and only slightly.]