[Diavolo gestures to the empty chair. It's a table for two, and Steven will certainly have an easier time settling in at it than Diavolo did. Even now, as comfortable as he can possibly be, he's nearly comically large compared to everything else in the building. But at least he doesn't have it as bad as Cervo. More comparisons between the two can be easily drawn — their size, yes, but also their intense looks (though Cervo's were nigh-indistinguishable in the glow of his halo), their overabundance of pink. It's in Diavolo's hair, in his feathers, and in the cozy coat draped over the back of his own chair.
He takes one more sip of coffee, staring quietly at Steven as he does. He did not think this entirely through. Where does one begin in a conversation like this?]
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[Diavolo gestures to the empty chair. It's a table for two, and Steven will certainly have an easier time settling in at it than Diavolo did. Even now, as comfortable as he can possibly be, he's nearly comically large compared to everything else in the building. But at least he doesn't have it as bad as Cervo. More comparisons between the two can be easily drawn — their size, yes, but also their intense looks (though Cervo's were nigh-indistinguishable in the glow of his halo), their overabundance of pink. It's in Diavolo's hair, in his feathers, and in the cozy coat draped over the back of his own chair.
He takes one more sip of coffee, staring quietly at Steven as he does. He did not think this entirely through. Where does one begin in a conversation like this?]