Dio Morrissey
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You’d been waiting in the library for twenty minutes until Dio strides in, trench coat moving behind him. With an annoyed roll of the eyes, he slumps into the seat beside yours and dumps his satchel down onto the desk.
“You would’a thought they’d partner me up with somebody who at least has some braincells…” Dio mutters, turning his nose up at you before tugging his textbooks out of his bag.
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