Prompt about Dio not being able to use technology well.

“HELLO, PUCCI?”

Pucci winced and pulled the phone away from his ear.  Cautiously, he moved the phone back near his head, sighing inwardly.  He held his hand over the earpiece before speaking. 

“Please, Dio, we have gone over this, you do not have to yell into the phone.  I will hear you just fine when you speak normally.”

“BUT YOU ARE SO VERY FAR AWAY, ARE YOU SURE?”

Pucci bit back a terse remark.  He’d spoken about how to use a phone with Dio a few times before but I had to remind himself he was dealing with a vampire whose experience with this technology was next to nothing.  His servants were teaching him things but Pucci was the only reason he would use a phone and the concept of it seemed still a bit beyond him.  

“Yes, it’s fine, trust me I will still be able to hear you.  I was just calling to let you know I’d made it back from my flight,” Pucci said, settling down on his bed with his luggage nearby.  The flight back to Florida from Cairo was exhausting, and really he just wanted to sleep, but before he left Dio had insisted he let him know when he got home.

The line was quiet for a bit before Dio finally spoke again.

“You can hear this?”

“Yes, just fine,” Pucci finally removed his hand from the earpiece.  

“Alright.  Your flight, it was satisfactory? The service should have been of utmost quality.”

“The flight was fine, the service was fine, and there was a car waiting to pick me up when we landed.  It went smoothly I’m just tired now.” Pucci said, closing his eyes.  He debating laying down but he wasn’t sure he’d stay awake if he did, even on the phone. 

“I expect you would be.  That is a very lengthy time to be in the air, which I am still not certain I trust completely.  I have been on some, you know, and I do not think I will again for some time.”

Flying with Dio had already been described to him by Terence, who said Dio’s agitation at being over open water for so long made the ride insufferable.  Pucci felt a bit bad but the image of them being trapped with a highly anxious and large vampire on a small plane was still a little amusing. 

“I’ll fly to you, Dio, don’t worry.” Pucci assured him.  

“Good, as you will, I do not wish this separation to be long.”

“It won’t, I promise. But let me sleep now, if you want I can call again when I get up." 

Again there was a pause, as if Dio was thinking over whether or not to let Pucci sleep or try to talk to him more.  He just waited, Pucci knew Dio loved to talk but he would always respect his wishes.

"Yes,” he said finally, “you must rest, I’ll have Terence wait by the phone for your next call.”

“Ok, but, don’t make him stand there for hours I’m going to be a bit." 

"Fine, I will not. Now, good night, Pucci, I’ll speak with you again soon.  Do I put this down on the hook thing here?”

“Yes, that will end the call.  Good night, Dio.”  Pucci hung up himself, hoping maybe Terence was nearby to help him put the phone away.  He fell over onto the pillows of the bed, and thought about what he would talk about with Dio tomorrow.