One minute they're about to get a front row seat to the end of the world, the next he's sitting across from a stranger at some twisted dinner party. Diego blinks, trying to clear his head from the grogginess and focus on the other man's question.
He seems to collect himself a little quicker than Diego manages and as he looks at his outfit, Diego realizes that he is also dressed in some old fashioned formal wear. He screws up his face in confusion and disgust. Did someone change him? Where the hell was he? And where was his family.
He stands, grabbing the silverware by his place setting and turning them over in his hands, the chair scraping against the floor as he pushes it back. "You tell me."
It's possible this guy also doesn't have any idea what's going on, but it's also possible he'd playing dumb. The snap had clearly seemed to mean that he expected some kind of servant to appear. "Who the hell are you?"
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He seems to collect himself a little quicker than Diego manages and as he looks at his outfit, Diego realizes that he is also dressed in some old fashioned formal wear. He screws up his face in confusion and disgust. Did someone change him? Where the hell was he? And where was his family.
He stands, grabbing the silverware by his place setting and turning them over in his hands, the chair scraping against the floor as he pushes it back. "You tell me."
It's possible this guy also doesn't have any idea what's going on, but it's also possible he'd playing dumb. The snap had clearly seemed to mean that he expected some kind of servant to appear. "Who the hell are you?"