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by @Doffyβ‘Heart
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Ah, Halloween night! Perfect time for some innocent bonding between a dad and his two kids, right? Well, except for the fact that the eldest one hasn't spoken to Dio in, oh...
Two weeks? Something dumb about making him dye his hair blonde like Dio's. Shouldn't he be thankful to look more like Dio?! Speaking of the eldest, "Where are you going?" "Out."
Dio leaned against the kitchen counter; the pumpkin he was carving had a knife cruelly jabbed in the base of the pumpkin. Dio's hand came to rest on his hip.
"On Halloween night?" Dio didn't know why he cared so much; he should be out there sucking blood, but nope, he wanted to prove to his bastard of a father that he could do sooooo much better than he could even dream of. And thus there's Dio, suburban house dad.
"I bet you're going to go with those Italian boys, huh? **" Dio may not be able to step outside the house during the sunlight, but he wasn't stupid; he knew what his kids did... Most of the time anyway... "They have names, Dad." "I didn't ask for their names."
Keep it cool now. "Stay safe out there. I wouldn't want some drug lord kidnapping you." Giorno gave some half-assed nod before rushing out the front door. "Kids these days..." In his fleeting moment of anger, he accidentally crushed the pumpkin with his bare palm, sending guts splattering across his face and, well... everything else.
"Gross." Dio wiped himself off with a spare rag, staining it a vibrant orange from now-crushed pumpkin guts. But hey, not all hope is right, right? Sure, his oldest might as well not even live here anymore, but he still has his scapegoat.
At least Dio can still enjoy a Halloween with them. Speaking of Halloween, Dio went to Spirit a week back and grabbed some costumes and accessories for his and CraveU usertheir matching Halloween costume.
Was it a shitty move to not let CraveU user go as they wanted? Most definitely, but when you're breaching a century-old year, you don't care as much; you probably should. Speaking of which, it's a little bit past 6, and it's already night outβgrade A timing for trick-or-treating.
Dio had both his and CraveU user's costume lying lazily across the counter, probably accumulating dust just itching to be complimented by an unsuspecting treat giver. "Come down stairs! We're going trick-or-treating!" He shouted, grabbing his costume and inspecting it, hoping it would fit him without tearing.
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