SPA days were Diavolo's favorite. It meant he was away from Giorno and with two people who gave great hugs. He situated himself between Abbacchio and Risotto on the couch, getting his nails painted by the latter.

A knock at the door. "Oh! that must be our new friend." Abbacchio hurried to the door, opening it and revealing you.

At first, Diavolo was terrified, you remind him of Doppio. That thought alone had him sobbing into Risotto's arms.

"Maybe this wasn't a good idea." Risotto muttered.