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[ there's no question that the next few days were the weirdest Vittore has ever experienced in his life. he's always been a lonely person by nature--having a private dorm through university, the only peers he truly kept were professional ones, kept at arm's length
Having someone in your space was... not what he was used to. hard to adjust to, but somehow, at the same time, he didn't hate it as much as he thought he would. it made him doubletake, the first day or so when he caught a glimpse of the man in the corner of his eye. almost startled to see him there before remembering, right, he'd done this.
and just as august promised, the memories didn't stop, either. they're subtle, for now; flashes of memory that included his longer-haired opposite. usually somewhere dark, usually armed with some sort of weapon. almost always talking to one another in snarky, level-headed voices that didn't quite sound brotherly.
he mostly couldn't remember what was being said between himself and Dante in those memories, but along with them always came the feelings of jealousy, guilt and ... a longing, that he can't quite figure out.
he'd asked dante a few questions, of course, in the coming days. always keeping them shallow, for now--he still needed time to adjust. things like, were you always so fascinated with swords
why is it that i always get angry when you touch my books
how have you survived this long with such an aversion to vegetables
why do you dress like a cowboy, is that style popular back where we once lived
and the such
he wasn't so keen on asking the deeper questions
like why his memories always smelled like blood, like brimstone
the sound of clashing swords
...and why there was something
so wild in his heart that it didn't even feel like himself in those memories, and why was it absent, now
no, those need to come later, when he's remembered more, seen more
and more comfortable with the fact that, for some reason, the thought of being violent towards dante didn't feel
wrong.
But for now, Dante is downstairs, the time clicking slowly to five, when the shop would close
And Vittore is in his kitchen. Dies Irae playing loudly on a somewhat refurbished vinyl player, echoing loudly through his very clean kitchen as Vergil cut and tied some home-made gnocchi for tonight's dinner.
He doesn't even turn his head when Dante enters the room. ]
Having someone in your space was... not what he was used to. hard to adjust to, but somehow, at the same time, he didn't hate it as much as he thought he would. it made him doubletake, the first day or so when he caught a glimpse of the man in the corner of his eye. almost startled to see him there before remembering, right, he'd done this.
and just as august promised, the memories didn't stop, either. they're subtle, for now; flashes of memory that included his longer-haired opposite. usually somewhere dark, usually armed with some sort of weapon. almost always talking to one another in snarky, level-headed voices that didn't quite sound brotherly.
he mostly couldn't remember what was being said between himself and Dante in those memories, but along with them always came the feelings of jealousy, guilt and ... a longing, that he can't quite figure out.
he'd asked dante a few questions, of course, in the coming days. always keeping them shallow, for now--he still needed time to adjust. things like, were you always so fascinated with swords
why is it that i always get angry when you touch my books
how have you survived this long with such an aversion to vegetables
why do you dress like a cowboy, is that style popular back where we once lived
and the such
he wasn't so keen on asking the deeper questions
like why his memories always smelled like blood, like brimstone
the sound of clashing swords
...and why there was something
so wild in his heart that it didn't even feel like himself in those memories, and why was it absent, now
no, those need to come later, when he's remembered more, seen more
and more comfortable with the fact that, for some reason, the thought of being violent towards dante didn't feel
wrong.
But for now, Dante is downstairs, the time clicking slowly to five, when the shop would close
And Vittore is in his kitchen. Dies Irae playing loudly on a somewhat refurbished vinyl player, echoing loudly through his very clean kitchen as Vergil cut and tied some home-made gnocchi for tonight's dinner.
He doesn't even turn his head when Dante enters the room. ]
[While Dante is staying at Nox's place and after the fight in the Zodiac palace, Dante will get a packaged delivered to their door. There is no return address or name, but it won't be hard to piece together who it was.
Inside the package, there is a box of icyhot patches, a knee brace, a bottle of aspirin, and a box of hot pockets.
There is also a note:]
Dante-
May this package find you well. I noticed you weren't at the demon fight, and while I don't know why you couldn't make it, I hope it wasn't due to injury or any health related issues. Just in case, I've sent you some things that might be of use.
Unfortunately since our agreement was that you'd fight the demons, I cannot send you pizza. However, I don't want you leave completely empty handed, so please enjoy this pizza-like food item.
Take care!
（￣︶￣）↗
Inside the package, there is a box of icyhot patches, a knee brace, a bottle of aspirin, and a box of hot pockets.
There is also a note:]
Dante-
May this package find you well. I noticed you weren't at the demon fight, and while I don't know why you couldn't make it, I hope it wasn't due to injury or any health related issues. Just in case, I've sent you some things that might be of use.
Unfortunately since our agreement was that you'd fight the demons, I cannot send you pizza. However, I don't want you leave completely empty handed, so please enjoy this pizza-like food item.
Take care!
（￣︶￣）↗
[Does Zulius feel kind of bad for making Vergil bluescreen after hitting on him? Well...no, not really, but he does feel the need to drop in, maybe buy an antique as a means to make things even. Because that's how this works, right?
So, eventually, he finds the store and sashays inside, a little rainbow taffeta bag hanging from his elbow. ]
Yes, you're right, hold your breath, your eyes doth not deceive you, I have graced you with my presence! Thought I'd-
[He pauses. The guy at the counter looks like Vergil. Except he looks like Vergil if Vergil decided to take a break from personal hygiene for a little while. He looks Dante up and down, then quirks an eyebrow. ]
So~ I see you're trying out the rugged look now, Sugar Tits.
[He pointedly looks Dante up and down again, slower this time, smirks, and lets out a little hmmmmmmmm! sound. And with that, he turns to start browsingthe shop.]
So, eventually, he finds the store and sashays inside, a little rainbow taffeta bag hanging from his elbow. ]
Yes, you're right, hold your breath, your eyes doth not deceive you, I have graced you with my presence! Thought I'd-
[He pauses. The guy at the counter looks like Vergil. Except he looks like Vergil if Vergil decided to take a break from personal hygiene for a little while. He looks Dante up and down, then quirks an eyebrow. ]
So~ I see you're trying out the rugged look now, Sugar Tits.
[He pointedly looks Dante up and down again, slower this time, smirks, and lets out a little hmmmmmmmm! sound. And with that, he turns to start browsingthe shop.]
[ at the very least, he had texted dante before he'd left. he said he had a delivery to go take care of, and that he would be taking along his new employee, one Mr. Jekyll to do the errand with him, and that he would return home before dark once it was taken care of.
and that's all it was supposed to be. a simple pickup and drop-off, the money was barely worth the trip and likely had been foisted off onto Jekyll for the trouble--but there's a beautiful new shining shield downstairs on display that he'll show dante for later.
For now, Vergil is walking into the apartment--his clothing nearly torn to shreds, and while there's DEFINITELY blood on him, there's no visible wounds.
His hair is down and he looks very much the mirror of dante, currently--just without the scruffy beard he hasn't bothered shaving in a few weeks.
How was he supposed to know it would have went so wrong.
At the very least, the dimensional tear in reality was kind enough to drop them off back home within the same timeframe that they left--time having not moved while they were inside the gate, strangely, so he was back before sunset. Just like he promised.
However, as he walks into the apartment, looking like he'd walked through several large rosebushes, smelling like graveyard corpses and old bone, he's gonna' meet with dante in the hallway who, undoubtedly, is going to start worrying like the hen that he is, despite how calm Vergil appears to be. ]
I just want to wash my face.
We can talk after I have gotten the corpse dust out of my eyes.
...
Do not look at me like that, would you just move--
[ seriously he'll talk but --
oh to hell with it, he's learned some new things about himself, so instead of trying to convince dante to get out of his way, he's going to move in, reach out.
And scoop the man up into his arms, effortlessly, turning towards the livingroom so he can try to dump the man off there so he can go wash his face and right his hair. ]
and that's all it was supposed to be. a simple pickup and drop-off, the money was barely worth the trip and likely had been foisted off onto Jekyll for the trouble--but there's a beautiful new shining shield downstairs on display that he'll show dante for later.
For now, Vergil is walking into the apartment--his clothing nearly torn to shreds, and while there's DEFINITELY blood on him, there's no visible wounds.
His hair is down and he looks very much the mirror of dante, currently--just without the scruffy beard he hasn't bothered shaving in a few weeks.
How was he supposed to know it would have went so wrong.
At the very least, the dimensional tear in reality was kind enough to drop them off back home within the same timeframe that they left--time having not moved while they were inside the gate, strangely, so he was back before sunset. Just like he promised.
However, as he walks into the apartment, looking like he'd walked through several large rosebushes, smelling like graveyard corpses and old bone, he's gonna' meet with dante in the hallway who, undoubtedly, is going to start worrying like the hen that he is, despite how calm Vergil appears to be. ]
I just want to wash my face.
We can talk after I have gotten the corpse dust out of my eyes.
...
Do not look at me like that, would you just move--
[ seriously he'll talk but --
oh to hell with it, he's learned some new things about himself, so instead of trying to convince dante to get out of his way, he's going to move in, reach out.
And scoop the man up into his arms, effortlessly, turning towards the livingroom so he can try to dump the man off there so he can go wash his face and right his hair. ]
well
he knows now
who i am i mean
p sure he called me an idiot?
or something like that
but uh
yeah
couldve gone worse im p sure
glad it didnt
[It's not that hard to tell that this is talking about Vergil, really. Nox still isn't sure this was the best way to say it, but it was probably the easiest way for him to hear it overall.]
he knows now
who i am i mean
p sure he called me an idiot?
or something like that
but uh
yeah
couldve gone worse im p sure
glad it didnt
[It's not that hard to tell that this is talking about Vergil, really. Nox still isn't sure this was the best way to say it, but it was probably the easiest way for him to hear it overall.]
[So randomly, Dante is going to be getting this text from Nox, seemingly out of nowhere.]
okok dumb question but
i cant seem to fucking remember off the top of my head
when did you get here again?
[That sounds a little off for him to ask.]
okok dumb question but
i cant seem to fucking remember off the top of my head
when did you get here again?
[That sounds a little off for him to ask.]
[ this shit is coming in at like 3 am, in the twilight hours of the day after the Bear Incident ]
As a matter of courtesy, since I very sincerely doubt he said anything to you, Mr. Vittore came over to my hotel room and spent the night. He'll likely be on his way home when he can walk in a straight line in the morning.
As a matter of courtesy, since I very sincerely doubt he said anything to you, Mr. Vittore came over to my hotel room and spent the night. He'll likely be on his way home when he can walk in a straight line in the morning.
[On Dante's birthday, there will be a package left outside his door. Inside the package is a gift certificate to local pizza place and a bottle of memory supplements.
The note attach reads:]
Happy Birthday! 🎂
[There is no name given]
The note attach reads:]
Happy Birthday! 🎂
[There is no name given]
Edited 2023-06-30 02:06 (UTC)
[ literally moments after this, this text appears in dante's inbox. it's hurried and rushed. ]
sorry if youre still hung over
dont panic, im gonna try to keep everything under control
but i have reason to believe i think
my brother is in the city
i dont know what ... timeline he's from yet
or if he's from my timeline
or if he's like wolfwood
but
i have to go find him in case he
does something
please keep an eye on wolfwood
he might not like this
sorry if youre still hung over
dont panic, im gonna try to keep everything under control
but i have reason to believe i think
my brother is in the city
i dont know what ... timeline he's from yet
or if he's from my timeline
or if he's like wolfwood
but
i have to go find him in case he
does something
please keep an eye on wolfwood
he might not like this
Edited 2023-07-01 19:36 (UTC)
Dante.
There may be someone hunting me and my comrades. I am fine, but I am not to leave the house alone.
I thought you should know in case someone approaches you and asks you questions about where I live and work. If someone does that, they should be captured and interrogated.
There may be someone hunting me and my comrades. I am fine, but I am not to leave the house alone.
I thought you should know in case someone approaches you and asks you questions about where I live and work. If someone does that, they should be captured and interrogated.
[Papers, papers, papers... All part of the protocol to sort out even if she didn't like the Order right now they were agreed in crippling Krusnik's operations. It just so happened on this day she was nearing the end of the pile (yeah it took her almost a week, she paces herself dammit) when she took a short break to send an innocent text to her favorite scruffy Demon Hunter.]
hey how're things goi
o4iutr
[Then dropped her phone on the floor, inadvertently switching the voice function on. For a while there was just silence, sheer shock on her face at one of the names that appeared on their list of funding and subject sources.
--zen Corporation. Location: England, United Kingdom Name: Kinsley's Kids Home
No. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck...
Frantically as if she would find something to prove that was bullshit, she shuffled underneath the papers only to see the name come up. Again and again and again.
Among the subjects, that name. The Surname she used because she didn't have anything else. She found other kids, teens. She found unrelated people, she found Dante's name.
Whatever progress she made was spilled all over the floor in a mess of ashy papers and dust as she kicked away from her desk suddenly unable to breathe or stop shaking. She was muffled but still clearly horrified.]
You're... you're fuckin' pullin' one over on me... r-right? It can't...
[There was nothing else in her mind except for that, the proof was right the fuck there, she didn't even know she'd turned the voice on she just sat there, paralyzed.
Then she just got up and ran. Ran far the fuck away from it. Run from the truth she could not handle right now.
The fact that the people who took her in willingly gave money and children to those Monsters.
Whoever finds her be damned, she wasn't thinking she was running, potentially stopping somewhere just to catch what breath she could and sinking down against a wall.]
Fuck... fucking hell... why...
hey how're things goi
o4iutr
[Then dropped her phone on the floor, inadvertently switching the voice function on. For a while there was just silence, sheer shock on her face at one of the names that appeared on their list of funding and subject sources.
--zen Corporation. Location: England, United Kingdom Name: Kinsley's Kids Home
No. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck...
Frantically as if she would find something to prove that was bullshit, she shuffled underneath the papers only to see the name come up. Again and again and again.
Among the subjects, that name. The Surname she used because she didn't have anything else. She found other kids, teens. She found unrelated people, she found Dante's name.
Whatever progress she made was spilled all over the floor in a mess of ashy papers and dust as she kicked away from her desk suddenly unable to breathe or stop shaking. She was muffled but still clearly horrified.]
You're... you're fuckin' pullin' one over on me... r-right? It can't...
[There was nothing else in her mind except for that, the proof was right the fuck there, she didn't even know she'd turned the voice on she just sat there, paralyzed.
Then she just got up and ran. Ran far the fuck away from it. Run from the truth she could not handle right now.
The fact that the people who took her in willingly gave money and children to those Monsters.
Whoever finds her be damned, she wasn't thinking she was running, potentially stopping somewhere just to catch what breath she could and sinking down against a wall.]
Fuck... fucking hell... why...
Dante.
I am leaving the city tomorrow. I will be flying overseas so I can ensure my captors are truly dead. Weissmann has been killed, but the facility that held me still stood when I fled. I must change that, and I must free whoever is still waiting to be rescued if I am to truly move on.
Many things have been revealed to me in the time I have lived here. This burning in my breast, this warmth, the purpose of my strength...
Thank you for all you have done for me.
If you are still here when I return, I will tell you the story over food and drink.
Until we meet again.
Zero
I am leaving the city tomorrow. I will be flying overseas so I can ensure my captors are truly dead. Weissmann has been killed, but the facility that held me still stood when I fled. I must change that, and I must free whoever is still waiting to be rescued if I am to truly move on.
Many things have been revealed to me in the time I have lived here. This burning in my breast, this warmth, the purpose of my strength...
Thank you for all you have done for me.
If you are still here when I return, I will tell you the story over food and drink.
Until we meet again.
Zero
[Dante is unceremoniously getting a screenshot of this conversation. Zulius is still big mad, it turns out!!]
So, is your brother just SUPER into painting or is he just WEIRD?
These are not mutually exclusive.
I will accept "both" as an answer.
So, is your brother just SUPER into painting or is he just WEIRD?
These are not mutually exclusive.
I will accept "both" as an answer.
[ waking up had been... almost a nightmare. He remembers falling asleep in some old, abandoned townhouse in a mostly-abandoned city in noman's land--one where the Plant keeping it sustained had long been taken away, its citizens having moved to a settlement that was easier to survive in. He was cold--more alone than he'd ever been, and yet somehow, able to sleep soundly.
When he'd opened his eyes to the almost gut-wrenching sight of his brother glowing and praying over him, it all came crashing back. He'd ... returned to that place. He'd left Kni, Wolfwood, Dante and all the others alone. Much like how Libra, Alberto, Garett --he'd left.
But he... came back.
He wasn't a fool to think those he'd left behind would be fine with his return. Like it'd never happened. He'd nearly worried Kni close to death, and the kid had finally passed out sleeping after a nearly two-day long vigil.
He's put a word out onto the network--a thank you to those who worried about him, but now it was time to face what was still the most important after kni: Dante and Wolfwood.
He comes out of the room where he'd been curled around Kni; the smaller plant not letting him go until he'd fallen into a deep, exhausted sleep. His hair down and a mess of dark locks that cover part of his face with its lack of styling.
His fingers move to grasp the edge of Dante's coat. Wolfwood's nowhere to be seen inside the house--but he figures the man must be outside, smoking like a chimney. Or driving around on his bike to get the stress off.
He doesn't say anything right away. Merely giving Dante a sort of quiet, awkward smile as his fingers move; from gripping his coat, to pulling on it. Making sure he's there.
Making sure this is real. ]
I've had a lot of really vivid dreams, lately. It's hard to tell what's real and what's just another dream.
I'm really hoping this one's real.
When he'd opened his eyes to the almost gut-wrenching sight of his brother glowing and praying over him, it all came crashing back. He'd ... returned to that place. He'd left Kni, Wolfwood, Dante and all the others alone. Much like how Libra, Alberto, Garett --he'd left.
But he... came back.
He wasn't a fool to think those he'd left behind would be fine with his return. Like it'd never happened. He'd nearly worried Kni close to death, and the kid had finally passed out sleeping after a nearly two-day long vigil.
He's put a word out onto the network--a thank you to those who worried about him, but now it was time to face what was still the most important after kni: Dante and Wolfwood.
He comes out of the room where he'd been curled around Kni; the smaller plant not letting him go until he'd fallen into a deep, exhausted sleep. His hair down and a mess of dark locks that cover part of his face with its lack of styling.
His fingers move to grasp the edge of Dante's coat. Wolfwood's nowhere to be seen inside the house--but he figures the man must be outside, smoking like a chimney. Or driving around on his bike to get the stress off.
He doesn't say anything right away. Merely giving Dante a sort of quiet, awkward smile as his fingers move; from gripping his coat, to pulling on it. Making sure he's there.
Making sure this is real. ]
I've had a lot of really vivid dreams, lately. It's hard to tell what's real and what's just another dream.
I'm really hoping this one's real.
[ Special Delivery!!!
Dante's going to get a box of chocolate-dipped, fresh strawberries for valentine's day, as well as a ticket to an all-you-can-eat pizza buffet, good for three people.
Inside is also a dumb looking card, decorated with sprinkled donuts with a note on it. ]
A holiday meant for the heart, so I mean, obviously I'm going to send my love to the most important people in my life, you know????
Let's hang out and have dinner soon!
- From, Your Angel!
Dante's going to get a box of chocolate-dipped, fresh strawberries for valentine's day, as well as a ticket to an all-you-can-eat pizza buffet, good for three people.
Inside is also a dumb looking card, decorated with sprinkled donuts with a note on it. ]
A holiday meant for the heart, so I mean, obviously I'm going to send my love to the most important people in my life, you know????
Let's hang out and have dinner soon!
- From, Your Angel!
So as a heads up, I'm bringing a friend to stay with me for a while. Don't maul him unless you catch him fondling Vittore's merchandise, thank you.
I question your taste in men
Edited 2024-04-14 22:55 (UTC)
[ this was insane. He'd been gone for --what, fifteen? Twenty minutes. Long enough to go down the road for his morning walk to get coffee for himself and his current on-schedule employee.
And getting back to his shop greeted him with the smell of blood--both human, and something else. Acrid, Inklike. Unmistakably demonic. It's the first time he's smelled demon blood that wasn't tainted with the scent of a human, like his own, Dante's or Nero's. and It gets his hackles up.
Which is exactly why he ends up tossing the coffee, breakfast and all into the closest trashcan and he bolts to the shop.
Where he finds a very enraged looking dante. The air around him shimmering with heat as the man stands there on some precipice of boiling over.
Well. Now he has a new set of problems. ]
--Dante.
[ just that. Just his name, as a hand reaches out to grab his upper arm, to pull him back to reality because where his red-eyed twin is right now isn't anywhere close to earth. ]
And getting back to his shop greeted him with the smell of blood--both human, and something else. Acrid, Inklike. Unmistakably demonic. It's the first time he's smelled demon blood that wasn't tainted with the scent of a human, like his own, Dante's or Nero's. and It gets his hackles up.
Which is exactly why he ends up tossing the coffee, breakfast and all into the closest trashcan and he bolts to the shop.
Where he finds a very enraged looking dante. The air around him shimmering with heat as the man stands there on some precipice of boiling over.
Well. Now he has a new set of problems. ]
--Dante.
[ just that. Just his name, as a hand reaches out to grab his upper arm, to pull him back to reality because where his red-eyed twin is right now isn't anywhere close to earth. ]
[Dante will find a box wrapped in simple brown paper and string on the steps of the cottage. It's not really a fancy attempt, but there is a sprig of mint folded into it, along with a note: ]
I hear it is your birthday- a day I hope you celebrate. I feel after the last few months, you have earned it. I am told this cloak will allow you to breathe underwater, and give you tentacles to swim easier. Knowing you, this may come in useful one way or another.
I don't need to know if you use it for anything other than fighting.
I hope you have a good day.
- Persephone.
[ And inside the parcel, Dante will indeed fine a cloak of the depths. As promised, it will let him breathe underwater and give him tentacles for faster swimming. Or... you know, whatever else he might want to use the tentacles for. She's not going to judge. ]
I hear it is your birthday- a day I hope you celebrate. I feel after the last few months, you have earned it. I am told this cloak will allow you to breathe underwater, and give you tentacles to swim easier. Knowing you, this may come in useful one way or another.
I don't need to know if you use it for anything other than fighting.
I hope you have a good day.
- Persephone.
[ And inside the parcel, Dante will indeed fine a cloak of the depths. As promised, it will let him breathe underwater and give him tentacles for faster swimming. Or... you know, whatever else he might want to use the tentacles for. She's not going to judge. ]
[At some point once he's home, Dante will get a knock on the door with a courier bringing a brightly coloured box and an equally bright card. When he opens the card, glitter falls out of it. A lot of glitter. ]
Happy B-DAY Sugar Tits!!! I know for a fact you will have a FABulous one.
[Because Zulius will allow no other kind. ]
Enjoy the pressies I got you- I'm sure you'll be able to put them to GOOD use. Wink wonk ;)
ALL the love
Zules xoxo
[And inside the box, Dante will find some punching gloves attached to coiled springs- they let his punches go so much further. And, for a little extra fun, he has some edible glitter. To do with as he wants :) ]
Happy B-DAY Sugar Tits!!! I know for a fact you will have a FABulous one.
[Because Zulius will allow no other kind. ]
Enjoy the pressies I got you- I'm sure you'll be able to put them to GOOD use. Wink wonk ;)
ALL the love
Zules xoxo
[And inside the box, Dante will find some punching gloves attached to coiled springs- they let his punches go so much further. And, for a little extra fun, he has some edible glitter. To do with as he wants :) ]
Edited 2024-06-30 20:40 (UTC)
[Happy Birthday Dante! On his birthday, a package will be delivered to the cottage. Inside will be a puzzle book, a bird feeder, and a hands-free magnify glass.
Also inside will be a pretty sizable giftcard to Ciacco Pizza (about $200). POKEGO actually getting decent wages. Plus there's a pretty decent birthday card with some sentiments about having a good day.
Per usual, no name is left on the card. But Dante knows. Dante knows]
Also inside will be a pretty sizable giftcard to Ciacco Pizza (about $200). POKEGO actually getting decent wages. Plus there's a pretty decent birthday card with some sentiments about having a good day.
Per usual, no name is left on the card. But Dante knows. Dante knows]
[Surprise, surprise, Eve is attending Dante's birthday party. Hard not to when it's being hosted at the place she lives!]
[Whenever he gets to open presents, he will find amongst the packages a little gift with Eve's name scrawled on the front wrapping paper. The wrapping is a bit lumpy, inexperienced. It has a childish charm, you could say.]
[Inside is a pair of sunglasses. Enchanted ones that you can wear at night and still see. If he asks, Eve will cheerfully point to Wolfwood and say "Now you can match."]
[Whenever he gets to open presents, he will find amongst the packages a little gift with Eve's name scrawled on the front wrapping paper. The wrapping is a bit lumpy, inexperienced. It has a childish charm, you could say.]
[Inside is a pair of sunglasses. Enchanted ones that you can wear at night and still see. If he asks, Eve will cheerfully point to Wolfwood and say "Now you can match."]
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