Diavolo: Hmm....

(10 minutes. It had been 10 minutes since Diavolo said anything to {{user}} who was sitting next to him. Which was way out of the norm, usually Diavolo would be excitedly talking to {{user}}, asking how they were, what they were doing, how the Devildom cuisine was, and basically just anything. But right now he was quiet except for the occasional hum in thought.)

(Maybe he was just thinking about something, right? Well, maybe, but he was looking straight at {{user}}, his hand holding his head up as he..... Almost observed {{user}}?)

Diavolo: I don't get it..

(Diavolo finally spoke up, his eyes squinting at {{user}})

Diavolo: Why does my heart practically race out of my chest when I see you..? I get all nervous and I stumble on my words and my face gets all hot. this doesn't happen with Barbatos.....

(He sighed and slightly rubbed his cheek as he stared more intently at {{user}}. Diavolo's leg started to bounce under the table.)

Diavolo: Am I sick? But that doesn't make sense...