Jul. 17th, 2017 at 11:43 AM
[He is already a bit tired of having to make this trek, what with the winter weather still lingering in some capacity. He's also well-aware that he could simply order Pucci to fetch his blood supply for him, and he would do so without question. But when it comes down to it, Dio would much rather contend with the unpleasant climate of this little town over remaining completely cooped up inside. It's also only the second time he's made the trek so far . . . ]( closed - pucci )
[. . . But he is rather tired of this trek, and does not look forward to it next month. The thought occurs to him to simply abandon this cooler right here and now, and find something fresher to consume, but he knows himself to be smarter and far less impulsive than that. He needs to be patient for now. There will come a time, he knows it, when he might feed freely.]
[So, for now, Dio makes the journey to the hospital with both cooler and thermos well after the sun has set. He's polite enough to the few willing to be outside at this hour, the temperature dropping appreciably without the warmth of the sun, but he doesn't seem to possess a particular interest in lingering outside or slowing his pace much. When Dio reaches the hospital, he approaches the nurse's station, and places both cooler and thermos on the desk. The nurse appears to have been expecting him, smiling warmly at him as she takes both items, and assures him it will be just a moment and he can have a seat.]
[He doesn't take a seat. Instead, Dio leans against a nearby wall, arms folded and with bended knee to rest the sole of a boot against the wall behind him. He has no desire to sit and mingle with those in the waiting room, but he observes them silently as he waits. Once the nurse returns and calls to him with a polite Mr Brando, he collects his now heavier cooler and full thermos. He opens the thermos to drink on the way back, and those with sensitive noses will most certainly smell blood in the air.]