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Warning: Extremely OOC!
Dio Brando. They all talked about him.
"Well," Lady Charlotton spoke as she twisted her delicate, thin fingers," You must know about Dio Brando. It is rare to see someone so extraordinary in this age."
"Of course," Duchess of Southbourne replied, with a distant, misty look on her pale face," Indeed, this is a dull age. Dio, however, gives out a particular impression - he seems to belong to the gold age of Greek philosophy and Roman arts - he strikes me as a figure that stepped out of Botticelli's canvas."
Lord Bromley furrowed his brows in dismay . He disliked women's gossip. The old gentleman gently tapped his fingertips on the dining table. To his side, the women had clearly started to enjoy themselves with a new distraction. He pondered for a moment before turning his attention to the silent young man besides him.
"Mr. Joestar, I've heard that you've knew this famous Dio Brando."
Jonathan Joestar is a remarkable gentleman who is nothing short of chivalrous qualities. His noble spirit has earned him a distinct reputation among those who are present at the tight-knit supper society of London. To be frankly, Jonathan was a bit startled by that straightforwardness of this blunt statement. He sought for words to form a decent reply to this intimate, if not personal, inquiry.
"Yes, I do have a certain….connection with Dio. To be truthful, I 've just met him three months ago at Madame Duchaine's salon."
"At Duchaine's?" Lady Charlotton exclaimed. The conversation exchanged between the two gentlemen had clearly gathered her attention." Yes, yes, yes. How foolish of me to miss out that opportunity. I heard that he was absolutely enthralling. A new god that walked on the earth among mortals."
Of course, the vivid details of that meeting were still embedded in Jonathan's memory. He still remembered holding a conversation with Madame Duchaine, the respectable hostess, when the young man standing beside the window caught his eyes. Jonathan vaguely remembered excusing himself from the conversation and approaching this mysterious stranger. He slowly approached the young man and waited for his response. In this seemly infinite period of silence, Jonathan carefully observed the stranger before him. The figure had leaned the upper half of his body on the wall. His hands were slowly caressing the exotic satin of the scarlet curtain in a monotone motion. He looked bored. But even in this oblivious, unconcerned state of mind, he still radiates an aura of splendor and magnificence. He looked like an ivory statue, Jonathan thought.
"Isn't this interesting?" The sculpture slowly came alive.
Jonathan was a little surprised by the other's sudden speech. In spite of this, he quickly regained his posture and asked," In what aspect does it define?"
"To meet someone so extraordinary in such an ordinary place." The stranger turned over and studied him with marked wonder and pure curiosity. "I feel like I've known you for all my life."