Highly advised you read in a British accent for maximum humour.
“Ooo hello I’d know that voice anywhere~!” Dio hummed, turning around upon hearing the sound of your voice.
“What. The. Fuck.” You growled, issuing no explanation as you stormed through the manor Dio had taken up to himself, your fists blistered from the amount of undead you’ve punched the brains out of.
“Nice to see you again too _______.” Dio coughed with a smirk, reclining back against a wall with crossed arms.
“Seven years man. Seven FUCKIN’ years. And where are you now? An old run down manor with a bunch of zombies floppin’ about. Ever think of me once eh? Your BEST FRIEND?” You growled at the blonde, taking your place in the middle of the room under a pillar of moonlight, tapping your foot loaded with impatience.