[However long that silence actually lasted, it just seems to stretch on into eternity for Steven. He's gotten much better at socializing over the past half year, but occasionally he still becomes aware of how awkward he is and it makes him nervous. Has he done something wrong? Already? He's only just sat down-
But then, at last, a name comes out into the open. The Italian word for "devil"? And he's a Naphil? Steven's first instinct is to comment on the irony, but something else beats it back down. It's the memory of a different enormous, pink-haired Naphil snapping at him for 'always chattering'. So he fights the urge to spout that light-hearted remark and instead resolves himself to not say things that could ruffle feathers.
His gaze shoots down towards the slow, almost cautious hand coming his way. He waits for it to get close enough, then closes the distance entirely to take it with his own. His grasp is firmer than one might expect from a meek guy like him, but probably still nothing compared to whatever the norm is in Jojo Land.]
Well, it's good to meet you, Diavolo. It really is nice to have a proper chat with another Naphil.
Just two guys having a normal conversation
But then, at last, a name comes out into the open. The Italian word for "devil"? And he's a Naphil? Steven's first instinct is to comment on the irony, but something else beats it back down. It's the memory of a different enormous, pink-haired Naphil snapping at him for 'always chattering'. So he fights the urge to spout that light-hearted remark and instead resolves himself to not say things that could ruffle feathers.
His gaze shoots down towards the slow, almost cautious hand coming his way. He waits for it to get close enough, then closes the distance entirely to take it with his own. His grasp is firmer than one might expect from a meek guy like him, but probably still nothing compared to whatever the norm is in Jojo Land.]
Well, it's good to meet you, Diavolo. It really is nice to have a proper chat with another Naphil.