[Whatever Dio had been expecting when he went out for a drink, it... certainly hadn't been this.
Sure, eating regular people food had lost its benefit for him, sure it had lost its taste and texture long ago, but still there's a certain comfort to a hot cup of tea that goes beyond simple consumption. It reminds him of the life he was striving toward, the power and money he had elaborately promised himself; and the pain accompanying those things is outweighed by the simplicity of remembering one nice thing. His plans have crumbled, yes, but knowing that he had once been going somewhere reignites his determination to make something equally grand of his current situation.
So he had oozed in to order a cup of tea. No big deal. He hadn't expected for his waitress' head to fall off like a crumbling bust.
Dio has to pause and look at the floor for a moment, slowly flexing his gooey fingers as he processes the request in his head. This shouldn't have to be his problem, really, and honestly he'd really rather not deal with it at all. All the same, though, he might have his tea revoked if he refuses to at least try, and if not that then the quality of future teas could be worse as a consequence, and that in itself would be an even greater inconvenience. He's a little slower-going in these thoughts now that his whole body is liquid, but there's also the... tactile specifics of the task to consider.
He. He's real slimy. Grabbing things is not his expertise.
Still, he slowly slides off of the chair to approach Angelica's head. He reaches out with his arms to try to lift it, but his fingers simply slide off of it. A ten pound round object is apparently too heavy for him to pick up. Superb.
Dio's brow furrows in frustration. He refuses to let this simple of a motion elude him.] Would it... help to turn it your way first? [Rotating it is something he can do, yeah. He can't just give up now. Then he'd look ridiculous!]
four going in with SLIME
Sure, eating regular people food had lost its benefit for him, sure it had lost its taste and texture long ago, but still there's a certain comfort to a hot cup of tea that goes beyond simple consumption. It reminds him of the life he was striving toward, the power and money he had elaborately promised himself; and the pain accompanying those things is outweighed by the simplicity of remembering one nice thing. His plans have crumbled, yes, but knowing that he had once been going somewhere reignites his determination to make something equally grand of his current situation.
So he had oozed in to order a cup of tea. No big deal. He hadn't expected for his waitress' head to fall off like a crumbling bust.
Dio has to pause and look at the floor for a moment, slowly flexing his gooey fingers as he processes the request in his head. This shouldn't have to be his problem, really, and honestly he'd really rather not deal with it at all. All the same, though, he might have his tea revoked if he refuses to at least try, and if not that then the quality of future teas could be worse as a consequence, and that in itself would be an even greater inconvenience. He's a little slower-going in these thoughts now that his whole body is liquid, but there's also the... tactile specifics of the task to consider.
He. He's real slimy. Grabbing things is not his expertise.
Still, he slowly slides off of the chair to approach Angelica's head. He reaches out with his arms to try to lift it, but his fingers simply slide off of it. A ten pound round object is apparently too heavy for him to pick up. Superb.
Dio's brow furrows in frustration. He refuses to let this simple of a motion elude him.] Would it... help to turn it your way first? [Rotating it is something he can do, yeah. He can't just give up now. Then he'd look ridiculous!]