Chapter 97

"Is there any game you want to try, Dio?" Louis asked when they got to the stalls.

"Lou can choose." Dio answered simply.

"Are you any good at darts?" Louis sheepishly asked, stopping in front of a stall. "I'm not very good at games..." - or sports - but that was a silent addition.

Dio agreed to give it a try, it was a game of darts alright but instead of a board, he had to pop balloons with it.

Louis watched Dio pop a balloon on his first try, his proud smile souring when he realized that he never knew how good Dio was with games and sports that involved precision.

Now that he thought about it, he couldn't say for sure what Dio's likes and dislikes were. Dio had always gone along with what he wanted and chosen what he liked every time for him to tell.

Louis picked off a piece of chipping wood from the counter of the stall, lost in thought. He couldn't even say what Dio's favorite food was, what kind of friend was he?