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At age 21 or technically more than a hundred, Dio Brando was very experienced and very intelligent.
He saw simple human pleasures as a waste of time. As opposed to beliefs of many, Dio Brando had never been interested in sex and let alone had it.
Sure he could worm his way into the simple hearts of numerous people, many of which had become his followers over a period of time.
But he knew that was his charm alone, and what others persumed as 'beauty', though Dio never found himself anything close to that.
Romance too, was a foreign concept to Lord Dio. Even though he was a secret fan of many romance novels and many romance shows on the so called 'television', he had never experienced it himself.
No matter how hard he tried he couldn't reduce romance to a 'simple human pleasure' in his mind.
Beneath his intimidating and glorious facade he had lately been considering the idea of having someone to spend eternity with.
He wonders if he had just gone soft over time, but in a sense he still envied Jonathan of the perfect life he could've had, even after more than a century had passed. He had been told once that he dwelled on things too much, by who, he couldn't remember.
He thinks about the young priest and his role in his life.
As embarassing as it may sound, he supposes he can personally label Pucci as his 'crush', just to put his own strained mind at ease.
He hasn't seen Enrico in a few days. He stands up from his bed in which he has been lying for a few hours already, he picks up the mobile phone he still doesn't really know how to use and calls his priest.
They arrange a date for the lack of a better world, for tomorrow. And although the date probably doesn't have the same meaning for Enrico as it does for Dio, thinking about tomorrow makes his chest hurt in a good way. He lifts his eyebrows awkwardly thinking about his slightly late first crush. Normally people would get their first crush around middle school, while sporting awful hair and ugly glasses and not at 100+ while planning revenge on your adopted brothers teenage descendant.
But then again, nothing in Dio's life was normal, and so he made peace with the fact and decided to take a shower.