Stubbornly, Diego's trying to wait out this... nightmare cloud bullshit. He hasn't done well with it, he's ran into them more than once, especially because he can't just stay holed up in the house he shares with his brothers forever. Literally and otherwise, because Diego is entirely too much of a doer to sit idle very long. However, this happens to be one of those moments when he is, in fact, sitting idle. He's propped across the bed he'd claimed as his own when suddenly, the door flies open and slams shut.
Little else might get Diego into action like unexpected visitors. Every muscle in his body coils and tenses, ready to act. He gets to his feet, fingers curling easily around one of the knives that he always keeps on his person and before Jeff will see Diego, he'll see that knife fly right toward him, hitting the wall with a solid thunk!, just an inch or two to the left of his ear. "Who the fuck is in my house?" He snaps, finally emerging and finding--
"Aren't you the flip flop guy?" He squints, somehow even more confused with both the man standing here, and the words pouring out of his mouth. Sure, it's... probably the ghost things that keep chasing people that led him here, right, but... "A space rat?" He echoes, pulling a face at those words.
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Little else might get Diego into action like unexpected visitors. Every muscle in his body coils and tenses, ready to act. He gets to his feet, fingers curling easily around one of the knives that he always keeps on his person and before Jeff will see Diego, he'll see that knife fly right toward him, hitting the wall with a solid thunk!, just an inch or two to the left of his ear. "Who the fuck is in my house?" He snaps, finally emerging and finding--
"Aren't you the flip flop guy?" He squints, somehow even more confused with both the man standing here, and the words pouring out of his mouth. Sure, it's... probably the ghost things that keep chasing people that led him here, right, but... "A space rat?" He echoes, pulling a face at those words.