Dito was, all things considered, a relatively simple creature. Lazy and contrary though he might have been, it didn't take all that much incentive for him to get his ass in gear. Anything that appealed to his interests-- whether that be violence, sex, or even just self-preservation-- was enough to get him to spring into action. And his ivory-haired, crimson eyed, ghoulish new acquaintance was exactly the sort of thing that interested him.

Dito finds the man's dwelling easily enough, noting with amusement how appropriate it was that such a preternaturally mysterious cryptid as Shigaraki called a treehouse his home. He'd been given no instructions on if he'd needed to bring anything, but Dito kept his spear at his side nevertheless. Luck favored the prepared, after all, and he always wanted to be ready in case a potential bloodbath broke out-- which, considering who he was currently calling on, was a near-guaranteed certainty. So saying, he strode forward and rapped confidently on the door, doing his best to ignore the excited chills running up his thighs.