There were a lot of conflicting things going on with Dio right now, and it made it a little hard for him to sit still upon getting out of the water. He wasn't terribly upset by the false that of Hamon, knowing full well that Joseph was joking, but simply wanting to get away from him because...
Why was he so... bothered right now? Not in the annoyed sense, but more in the 'trying not to be aroused' sense. Water was certainly not a turn on, not after so many decades spent perpetually drowning.
"I wasn't... playing!" He huffed back, and if he were human-shaped right now he'd be turning bright red, but he let Masaki get her hands into his wet fur, and hug him if she wanted.
"I was... practicing." Practicing his all-important 'pouncing on things in the water' technique.
He huffed once more, turning to Masaki and nudging her with his pink nose in a sort of reassuring gesture. "I'm not really that worried. Joseph knows better than to actually do anything like that." At least, he hoped so. But for right now he was having trouble really thinking straight. Had that little bit of wrestling really affected him so much?
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Why was he so... bothered right now? Not in the annoyed sense, but more in the 'trying not to be aroused' sense. Water was certainly not a turn on, not after so many decades spent perpetually drowning.
"I wasn't... playing!" He huffed back, and if he were human-shaped right now he'd be turning bright red, but he let Masaki get her hands into his wet fur, and hug him if she wanted.
"I was... practicing." Practicing his all-important 'pouncing on things in the water' technique.
He huffed once more, turning to Masaki and nudging her with his pink nose in a sort of reassuring gesture. "I'm not really that worried. Joseph knows better than to actually do anything like that." At least, he hoped so. But for right now he was having trouble really thinking straight. Had that little bit of wrestling really affected him so much?