(where the bus is parked! outside! so, no, it wasn't intentional at all, because dante doesn't care nearly as much about what decisions or mistakes the sinners make outside of their shared transportation (and living space), but they would suppose to see the irony if it was pointed out to them.
hong lu is leaning against mephistopheles' door when the bus comes within sight. dante hastens their pace, raising one gloved hand to greet the sinner as they come within range. )
< Hello, Hong Lu. >
( they didn't have to walk from very far, so they're not feeling very tired right now, but... if the quest for this regal pizza takes as long as they're beginning to fear it might, it might be a very long day. )
< Do you have an idea of where we can start our search? That, or... I guess we could just choose a direction and start looking. >
[ his words come as a sing-song, playfully sung to copy the audible ticking dante makes. as entertaining as it is to talk about, he's pushing himself off from the door so he can close the distance between him and his manager. ]
I have a map of the district we're in, so we can check every pizza parlor.
[ he pulls a thin piece of paper from his pocket, unrolling it like a treasure scroll as he searches for the "x" that marks the spot. memorizing a few of the backstreets and alleyways, he turns it around to show to dante. his finger taps against a "you are here" that he had written in while waiting for the other to arrive. there's even a cutely drawn bus there too, just so they can remember where they parked. ]
Do you think the guy we helped could tell us the place his mother would visit, maybe?
( ...is someone tick-tocking at him a microaggression? food for thought.
regardless, dante doesn't really mind; they have to adjust their line of sight upwards slightly to maintain what passes for "eye contact" for them. )
< Oh. >
( they can't help but be surprised as they inspect the map that hong lu produces. how prepared? how forward-thinking? it's not something they would typically expect of him, but they end up chiding themself for such an assumption. it's not as though they've known any of the sinners for very long — they're certain they will continue to surprise them. )
< Good thinking! I'm sure this will be very helpful. > ( dante accents their compliment with a pleasant ding! sound. ) < Hm... We could certainly try. I'm not sure the same pizza place his mother might have liked to order from would serve this kingly pizza you're after, but he might have an idea of where it might be found instead. >
[ never... he tick-tocks because you're the cutest ever dante, favorite doomsday clock!
as much as they can run around as headless chickens (hah!), the map only makes sure they aren't entirely lost, and also makes this like a treasure hunt which is just as fun. he may not know that dante probably thinks little of him, or has low expectations, but hong lu does everything with a purpose — sort of how like he sets heathcliff up for his back jokes just to have the other attack him, it's pretty funny to see him irritated.
oh, oh, the ding. that must mean he's done good, and to praise dante for giving him a ding, he's outstretches his arms to wrap around the other's neck, pressing the side of that clock-cheek against his own cheek with a grin. ]
Thank you for the praise ~
[ he's not against it, but he doesn't overstay his contact, and pulls away. ]
If that's the case, then we could make it ourselves. I could find out the recipe, I'm sure you're good at cooking.
[ or good at stopping hong lu from burning down the kitchen... which is probably more useful than cooking, but whatever. he's already starting to choose a path to walk down as he keeps a steady pace so that dante can catch up. ]
( "lucky" is certainly a word to use for it. and dante does believe they are lucky, because certainly their job would be even more difficult and their mission might very well be insurmountable if they didn't have vergilius' (admittedly stern) guidance. that having been said... they have seen enough of the Color's brutal martial expertise and harsh handling of the sinners to have what they think is a healthy respect and wariness of the man. a wariness that can sometimes bleed over into an animal-instinct fear in certain instances...
instances such as vergilius seemingly teleporting through space to appear before them; it's something that dante feels rather than sees, given their state, but it's enough to cause their stomach to lurch and the remaining hairs along the nape of their neck to stand on end.
the stabilizing hand does immediately arrest their forward movement, and they're able to regain their balance. their composure, however... a faint shudder passes through their body before they manage to get that back under control.
dante is still concerned they're going to get into more trouble over this, though that emotion is somewhat stymied by something mysterious they perceive on vergilius' face — is that the shape of a smile? is that more or less terrifying? regardless, they try to calm themself down, tick-tocking out a response that is, of course, not going to make its contents known to him. there is one curious thing about the manager's visage, however: rather than the clock-hands progressing in any normal, circular way, each tick or tock just has them stick in place with a slightly atypical accompanying chk sound.
they aren't really sure if they are drunk in the traditional sense (doesn't that have to do with alcohol in your bloodstream affecting your brain? do they still have a brain in there??) or in one unique to their current state (the alcohol in their head simply interfering with their senses), but in the end it doesn't matter. the result is alarmingly similar. dante steels themself before nodding sadly; they control the movement more this time, so they don't risk falling, but there is the loud sloshing of liquor.
next they point to vergilius, tilting their head (slowly and carefully) to one side before giving one questioning tock? what is his plan, now that he's here? )
[The ticks and tocks are lost to him, of course. No blessing of chains and connection was granted to him, nor was it ever wanted, but somehow, there's a sense of understanding from them he can't quite put into words. Body language, movement, the way the manager holds themself, it all somehow translates on its own to him. The details may be lost, but the gist? Still there and true.]
[Vergilius did say that they were the easiest to talk to on the bus, after all.]
[He notes the uneven bob in their head, complete with the sound of liquid moving in unseen compartments, and determines that yes, indeed, maintenance is in order. But not here. Not now.]
I'm taking you back. To open you up here would be asking for vulnerability.
[He may be capable of protecting their wayward, troublesome manager, but its not something he particularly wants to do. He shifts his grip very slightly, and before any form of proper warning is given, he lets out a "hup"-]
[And throws Dante over one shoulder as roughly as one would a bag of potatoes. For Vergilius, though, with his strength, Dante barely weighs a thing. His grip, now on the other's side, holds strong as he turns on his heel in the direction he came.]
I'll empty you out in the bus. I'll kick out those Sinners if I have to.
[He remembers Ishmael's "attempt" to help. He hardly wants a repeat of it.]
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it could have gone better, but at least it's over 😄
( with vergilius and charon, dante is certainly most aware of those nonverbal methods of communication; it's vital that they hold themself in the correct way and use them to the best of their ability, or else they risked being either misunderstood or completely conversationally impotent when one of the sinners wasn't around to (oftentimes loosely or incorrectly) interpret for them.
they do wonder often what vergilius had meant when he'd said that — they'd at first thought it was because, being unable to reply back and be understood, it just made them into a better listener. but that doesn't ring very true for the man, considering he's reticent even in his comparatively better moods... so maybe it instead has something to do with how dante can't be anything but guileless, given their circumstances?
perhaps they should just take the comment at face value and stop ruminating on it.
if they do have to open up their head in order to drain it, it does make sense to do so on the bus... even though dante is concerned about making a mess of the floor that is both their transportation and more often than not their sleeping quarters. but they have neither time nor chance to attempt to give their opinion on the matter before the arm around their waist tightens, and they are thrown unceremoniously over vergilius' shoulder. where someone might have gone oof at such a thing, dante instead makes a sort of ka-CHUNK sound; for just a moment they go stiff and weakly struggle against the iron grasp, out of more instinct than anything, but they give up the ghost fairly quickly and go completely limp in defeat.
though, as they make their way back to the bus, they do dolorously tick-tock to themself about the state they're in and how they don't want to be seen either like this or carried like this by the sinners, but... that's not really in their power anymore.
maybe they won't be there already... hopefully... )
[A murmur as he hears the "protest" of the noise as Dante eventually gives up the struggle. The last thing he wants is to have to strongarm Dante into behaving, and once again, he's thankful the manager is, well, manageable. He can imagine most of the Sinners would be a headache and a half to go up against in circumstances like these, mostly because they know how to fight.]
[Dante, meanwhile, is a lightweight, and it is surely something they would not want to hear out of him to add to their insecurities.]
Worried about how the others will see you? [He makes a guess - those sad ticktocks seem to be their own form of lament. Vergilius huffs.] Would you have preferred to stumble like a fool on your way back to the bus?
[And here comes the sight of said bus - he reaches out to wrench the door open, raising his voice to bellow inside:]
EVERYONE OFF THE BUS!!
[And he stands back, just before a couple of stragglers rush out nervously - the Sinners glance between him and his cargo, but Vergilius is already moving so that he can step up inside with Dante in tow and slam the door shut behind him.]
[Now, to find a place to do all this. Well, his bedside manner could definitely use work, since he's unceremoniously dumping them onto the floor before trudging along to the front to give a greeting nod to Charon and try to find at least some of the tools he used before.]
Oh. You're a scientist then? I suppose I could trust it to you, then...
( everyone should trust luchino at all times )
No, I don't think I would be able to deal with more heat than normal. I'm already worried the heat might boil the alcohol and that would cause a problem?
( did they mention their head is basically on fire at all times, luchino? probably not, and maybe that's for the best, because dante couldn't explain it even if they wanted to. )
Straws, though... That's kind of funny, even if I would rather people not use my head as a cocktail mixer.
Well, now that you've gone out of your way unprompted to say that, I'm starting to feel a little worried...
( it's just maybe a little bit sus, luchino??
but dante is in quite a predicament, and they don't want to task it to the sinners or vergilius, so... they might as well believe in the good will of a stranger. )
Well... I won't say that I'm not afraid, but. I'm not going to let it stop me.
i simply find it necessary to be brave in the face of uncertainties. with limited direction and lack of precedents, one can't shy away from what's necessary to find the truth.
so.
i think it's natural to be a little worried regardless. i would be more intrigued if you didn't show any skepticism.
( there is perhaps a telling silence as gregor asks how they are and brings up vergilius. it seems his guesses landed fairly close to the truth... )
He was... very displeased... Both with you sinners' behavior and with my inability to control you properly... I don't believe anything was broken that we can't fix, but I'm afraid we probably won't be allowed to spend our free time at a bar like that for quite a while. Though, really, we have mostly the usual suspects to blame for that...
( relatively speaking, gregor had been one of the good ones once drunk. don quixote, heathcliff, rodion, and ryoshu, however... they had made things much more challenging for dante to deal with. sometimes they think it's too bad they can only rewind them back from death and not rewind all of the damage they can cause as well... )
Damn. Sorry, Manager Bud. I'll keep myself in check next time, at least? But that's probably a smart choice, to not let any of us near a bar. In general.
[Is Donki even old enough to drink? Not that he had been when he'd enlisted, so Gregor knows damn well he can't judge, but man...Man. It's like herding cats at the best of times, let alone with everyone sloshed and tottering about.]
If it makes you feel any better, I don't recall what your ass feels like or anything?
...Is that even reassuring? I'm not sure. Look, the point is that you always do your best, and the only reason Vergilius has success in calming everyone down is the fact that he's such a threat. But I like you as you are, personally. It's nice having a manager who's also my pal.
( she and sinclair are old enough to have their Fixer licenses and work for the Company, so they should be old enough to drink. that's the assumption that dante has been working beneath, at least... )
I do think you all deserve a reward for doing so well lately. Though... Yes, in the future, it probably won't have anything to do with alcohol.
( there is a pause which might have been filled with a surprised-sounding tock sound were they speaking in person, but gregor will just have to imagine it before dante manages a response. )
Well that's probably for the best I think considering our working relationship and all!!
( the easily-flustered clock needs a moment to regain their composure.
as happy as they are to hear such encouraging words from gregor, dante feels their situation is more complicated than that. vergilius and faust seem to have some sort of expectation of them, and they can sense the importance and gravity of their mission. they don't want to fail — they feel like they can't fail... as much as they want to be a friend to the sinners, they are here to be their manager, and they worry those two things can't always coexist perfectly. but still... )
Thank you, Gregor. I do think I need to improve at what I do, or else I might end up further endangering you all. But I will try not to change too much.
( they hope they don't change too much. if they ever managed to regain their head and their memories, would they end up becoming a worse person? )
To tell you the truth, though, I enjoyed seeing you relax and enjoy yourself last night.
me, hours later, like 'holy shit i forgot to say I HOPE THE MOVE WENT WELL' sorry orz
[Probably the smart assumption, to be fair. Ah, to be at the stage of life where all teenagers look like they are babies, actually, and you can't figure out their ages anymore...Gregor's completely lost. Best to just treat them as his funny little niece and nephew.]
Agreed. Maybe nowhere actual civilians gather in general? Or we're going to rack up repair bills more likely than not. Which stinks, because I was about to suggest taking everyone out for ice cream until I thought about how that'd go! It's been forever since I had ice cream.
Sorry, sorry. It's okay, I respect you as the Manager and all. And I'm all for you trying to improve, too. We haven't exactly had a high success rate, and you keep copping the flak for it, even when at least one case was entirely my fault.
Guess what I'm trying to say is become a better you, not a different one. That's all. Or else I won't be able to relax around you ever again, and then where are we going to be?? Hahahaha
[ legally, you are allowed to take digs at your sous-chef. ]
smokey, earthy... TANG. we can try a chip of you if not the whole thing, no?
[ admittedly, she's not keen on losing their auto-revivalist. not because she's scared of death by any measure, but because she can't experience a plethora of "art" without him. it's not a bad thing, getting sliced open or seeing her comrades in the same position... to her, anyway.
true art is hard to come by, and dante provides it.
But, hypothetically-speaking... If we could break off a chip of it, or a clock-hand or something, what on Earth would you do to it to make it palatable?
( call it morbid curiosity.
ryoshu is unsubtle enough about her proclivities and passions that dante would have a good understanding of why it is that she values them and what they contribute to the team. they may be the wrong reasons, but... considering how they feel many of the sinners take them and what they do to revive them for granted, they will still take the appreciation gladly. )
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( where the bus is parked! outside! so, no, it wasn't intentional at all, because dante doesn't care nearly as much about what decisions or mistakes the sinners make outside of their shared transportation (and living space), but they would suppose to see the irony if it was pointed out to them.
hong lu is leaning against mephistopheles' door when the bus comes within sight. dante hastens their pace, raising one gloved hand to greet the sinner as they come within range. )
< Hello, Hong Lu. >
( they didn't have to walk from very far, so they're not feeling very tired right now, but... if the quest for this regal pizza takes as long as they're beginning to fear it might, it might be a very long day. )
< Do you have an idea of where we can start our search? That, or... I guess we could just choose a direction and start looking. >
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[ his words come as a sing-song, playfully sung to copy the audible ticking dante makes. as entertaining as it is to talk about, he's pushing himself off from the door so he can close the distance between him and his manager. ]
I have a map of the district we're in, so we can check every pizza parlor.
[ he pulls a thin piece of paper from his pocket, unrolling it like a treasure scroll as he searches for the "x" that marks the spot. memorizing a few of the backstreets and alleyways, he turns it around to show to dante. his finger taps against a "you are here" that he had written in while waiting for the other to arrive. there's even a cutely drawn bus there too, just so they can remember where they parked. ]
Do you think the guy we helped could tell us the place his mother would visit, maybe?
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regardless, dante doesn't really mind; they have to adjust their line of sight upwards slightly to maintain what passes for "eye contact" for them. )
< Oh. >
( they can't help but be surprised as they inspect the map that hong lu produces. how prepared? how forward-thinking? it's not something they would typically expect of him, but they end up chiding themself for such an assumption. it's not as though they've known any of the sinners for very long — they're certain they will continue to surprise them. )
< Good thinking! I'm sure this will be very helpful. > ( dante accents their compliment with a pleasant ding! sound. ) < Hm... We could certainly try. I'm not sure the same pizza place his mother might have liked to order from would serve this kingly pizza you're after, but he might have an idea of where it might be found instead. >
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as much as they can run around as headless chickens (hah!), the map only makes sure they aren't entirely lost, and also makes this like a treasure hunt which is just as fun. he may not know that dante probably thinks little of him, or has low expectations, but hong lu does everything with a purpose — sort of how like he sets heathcliff up for his back jokes just to have the other attack him, it's pretty funny to see him irritated.
oh, oh, the ding. that must mean he's done good, and to praise dante for giving him a ding, he's outstretches his arms to wrap around the other's neck, pressing the side of that clock-cheek against his own cheek with a grin. ]
Thank you for the praise ~
[ he's not against it, but he doesn't overstay his contact, and pulls away. ]
If that's the case, then we could make it ourselves. I could find out the recipe, I'm sure you're good at cooking.
[ or good at stopping hong lu from burning down the kitchen... which is probably more useful than cooking, but whatever. he's already starting to choose a path to walk down as he keeps a steady pace so that dante can catch up. ]
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𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝:
( "lucky" is certainly a word to use for it. and dante does believe they are lucky, because certainly their job would be even more difficult and their mission might very well be insurmountable if they didn't have vergilius' (admittedly stern) guidance. that having been said... they have seen enough of the Color's brutal martial expertise and harsh handling of the sinners to have what they think is a healthy respect and wariness of the man. a wariness that can sometimes bleed over into an animal-instinct fear in certain instances...
instances such as vergilius seemingly teleporting through space to appear before them; it's something that dante feels rather than sees, given their state, but it's enough to cause their stomach to lurch and the remaining hairs along the nape of their neck to stand on end.
the stabilizing hand does immediately arrest their forward movement, and they're able to regain their balance. their composure, however... a faint shudder passes through their body before they manage to get that back under control.
dante is still concerned they're going to get into more trouble over this, though that emotion is somewhat stymied by something mysterious they perceive on vergilius' face — is that the shape of a smile? is that more or less terrifying? regardless, they try to calm themself down, tick-tocking out a response that is, of course, not going to make its contents known to him. there is one curious thing about the manager's visage, however: rather than the clock-hands progressing in any normal, circular way, each tick or tock just has them stick in place with a slightly atypical accompanying chk sound.
they aren't really sure if they are drunk in the traditional sense (doesn't that have to do with alcohol in your bloodstream affecting your brain? do they still have a brain in there??) or in one unique to their current state (the alcohol in their head simply interfering with their senses), but in the end it doesn't matter. the result is alarmingly similar. dante steels themself before nodding sadly; they control the movement more this time, so they don't risk falling, but there is the loud sloshing of liquor.
next they point to vergilius, tilting their head (slowly and carefully) to one side before giving one questioning tock? what is his plan, now that he's here? )
I HOPE YOUR MOVE WENT WELL!!
[The ticks and tocks are lost to him, of course. No blessing of chains and connection was granted to him, nor was it ever wanted, but somehow, there's a sense of understanding from them he can't quite put into words. Body language, movement, the way the manager holds themself, it all somehow translates on its own to him. The details may be lost, but the gist? Still there and true.]
[Vergilius did say that they were the easiest to talk to on the bus, after all.]
[He notes the uneven bob in their head, complete with the sound of liquid moving in unseen compartments, and determines that yes, indeed, maintenance is in order. But not here. Not now.]
I'm taking you back. To open you up here would be asking for vulnerability.
[He may be capable of protecting their wayward, troublesome manager, but its not something he particularly wants to do. He shifts his grip very slightly, and before any form of proper warning is given, he lets out a "hup"-]
[And throws Dante over one shoulder as roughly as one would a bag of potatoes. For Vergilius, though, with his strength, Dante barely weighs a thing. His grip, now on the other's side, holds strong as he turns on his heel in the direction he came.]
I'll empty you out in the bus. I'll kick out those Sinners if I have to.
[He remembers Ishmael's "attempt" to help. He hardly wants a repeat of it.]
it could have gone better, but at least it's over 😄
they do wonder often what vergilius had meant when he'd said that — they'd at first thought it was because, being unable to reply back and be understood, it just made them into a better listener. but that doesn't ring very true for the man, considering he's reticent even in his comparatively better moods... so maybe it instead has something to do with how dante can't be anything but guileless, given their circumstances?
perhaps they should just take the comment at face value and stop ruminating on it.
if they do have to open up their head in order to drain it, it does make sense to do so on the bus... even though dante is concerned about making a mess of the floor that is both their transportation and more often than not their sleeping quarters. but they have neither time nor chance to attempt to give their opinion on the matter before the arm around their waist tightens, and they are thrown unceremoniously over vergilius' shoulder. where someone might have gone oof at such a thing, dante instead makes a sort of ka-CHUNK sound; for just a moment they go stiff and weakly struggle against the iron grasp, out of more instinct than anything, but they give up the ghost fairly quickly and go completely limp in defeat.
though, as they make their way back to the bus, they do dolorously tick-tock to themself about the state they're in and how they don't want to be seen either like this or carried like this by the sinners, but... that's not really in their power anymore.
maybe they won't be there already... hopefully... )
awww AT LEAST ITS OVER
[A murmur as he hears the "protest" of the noise as Dante eventually gives up the struggle. The last thing he wants is to have to strongarm Dante into behaving, and once again, he's thankful the manager is, well, manageable. He can imagine most of the Sinners would be a headache and a half to go up against in circumstances like these, mostly because they know how to fight.]
[Dante, meanwhile, is a lightweight, and it is surely something they would not want to hear out of him to add to their insecurities.]
Worried about how the others will see you? [He makes a guess - those sad ticktocks seem to be their own form of lament. Vergilius huffs.] Would you have preferred to stumble like a fool on your way back to the bus?
[And here comes the sight of said bus - he reaches out to wrench the door open, raising his voice to bellow inside:]
EVERYONE OFF THE BUS!!
[And he stands back, just before a couple of stragglers rush out nervously - the Sinners glance between him and his cargo, but Vergilius is already moving so that he can step up inside with Dante in tow and slam the door shut behind him.]
[Now, to find a place to do all this. Well, his bedside manner could definitely use work, since he's unceremoniously dumping them onto the floor before trudging along to the front to give a greeting nod to Charon and try to find at least some of the tools he used before.]
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𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚘:
Oh. You're a scientist then?
I suppose I could trust it to you, then...
( everyone should trust luchino at all times )
No, I don't think I would be able to deal with more heat than normal. I'm already worried the heat might boil the alcohol and that would cause a problem?
( did they mention their head is basically on fire at all times, luchino? probably not, and maybe that's for the best, because dante couldn't explain it even if they wanted to. )
Straws, though...
That's kind of funny, even if I would rather people not use my head as a cocktail mixer.
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i see. it's only a problem if you feel that it might be. i'm not some kind of monster. i'm proud of my accomplishments.
[ as long as no one does him harm, he is a friendly sort. sorry to all those he's sent back to the manor time and time again. ]
even if the original plan doesn't work, i'm sure we can figure something else out. you're not afraid, are you?
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( it's just maybe a little bit sus, luchino??
but dante is in quite a predicament, and they don't want to task it to the sinners or vergilius, so... they might as well believe in the good will of a stranger. )
Well... I won't say that I'm not afraid, but.
I'm not going to let it stop me.
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so.
i think it's natural to be a little worried regardless. i would be more intrigued if you didn't show any skepticism.
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𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊:
Yes, that's true...
( there is perhaps a telling silence as gregor asks how they are and brings up vergilius. it seems his guesses landed fairly close to the truth... )
He was... very displeased...
Both with you sinners' behavior and with my inability to control you properly...
I don't believe anything was broken that we can't fix, but I'm afraid we probably won't be allowed to spend our free time at a bar like that for quite a while.
Though, really, we have mostly the usual suspects to blame for that...
( relatively speaking, gregor had been one of the good ones once drunk. don quixote, heathcliff, rodion, and ryoshu, however... they had made things much more challenging for dante to deal with. sometimes they think it's too bad they can only rewind them back from death and not rewind all of the damage they can cause as well... )
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[Is Donki even old enough to drink? Not that he had been when he'd enlisted, so Gregor knows damn well he can't judge, but man...Man. It's like herding cats at the best of times, let alone with everyone sloshed and tottering about.]
If it makes you feel any better, I don't recall what your ass feels like or anything?
...Is that even reassuring? I'm not sure. Look, the point is that you always do your best, and the only reason Vergilius has success in calming everyone down is the fact that he's such a threat. But I like you as you are, personally. It's nice having a manager who's also my pal.
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I do think you all deserve a reward for doing so well lately. Though... Yes, in the future, it probably won't have anything to do with alcohol.
( there is a pause which might have been filled with a surprised-sounding tock sound were they speaking in person, but gregor will just have to imagine it before dante manages a response. )
Well that's probably for the best I think considering our working relationship and all!!
( the easily-flustered clock needs a moment to regain their composure.
as happy as they are to hear such encouraging words from gregor, dante feels their situation is more complicated than that. vergilius and faust seem to have some sort of expectation of them, and they can sense the importance and gravity of their mission. they don't want to fail — they feel like they can't fail... as much as they want to be a friend to the sinners, they are here to be their manager, and they worry those two things can't always coexist perfectly. but still... )
Thank you, Gregor.
I do think I need to improve at what I do, or else I might end up further endangering you all.
But I will try not to change too much.
( they hope they don't change too much. if they ever managed to regain their head and their memories, would they end up becoming a worse person? )
To tell you the truth, though, I enjoyed seeing you relax and enjoy yourself last night.
me, hours later, like 'holy shit i forgot to say I HOPE THE MOVE WENT WELL' sorry orz
Agreed. Maybe nowhere actual civilians gather in general? Or we're going to rack up repair bills more likely than not. Which stinks, because I was about to suggest taking everyone out for ice cream until I thought about how that'd go! It's been forever since I had ice cream.
Sorry, sorry. It's okay, I respect you as the Manager and all. And I'm all for you trying to improve, too. We haven't exactly had a high success rate, and you keep copping the flak for it, even when at least one case was entirely my fault.
Guess what I'm trying to say is become a better you, not a different one. That's all. Or else I won't be able to relax around you ever again, and then where are we going to be?? Hahahaha
the movers were like 5 hours late so it Wasn't Great, but it's over with now at least
what in tarnation......at least you can enjoy your new place at LAST tho X(
yes!! all's well that ends well
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tfln late to the party, 2
( Saw And Laughed, yes. )
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it doesn't make it any less hurtful... )
So it wasn't you who did it, Ryoshu?
You should know by now that, yes, I do sleep!!
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didn't do it, though. i'd have made you into a real piece of art.
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Being trapped in a chair would probably be preferable to whatever state I'd end up in if that was the case.
( ryoshu's art tends to be so violent... )
𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚢:
( ryoshu, please... this is all they have, this is all they are )
A roast??
I... I don't know? I must have survived long enough for the prosthetic to be attached, but...
I would really rather not find out...
( let's leave microaggressions at gregor out of this )
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smokey, earthy... TANG.
we can try a chip of you if not the whole thing, no?
[ admittedly, she's not keen on losing their auto-revivalist. not because she's scared of death by any measure, but because she can't experience a plethora of "art" without him. it's not a bad thing, getting sliced open or seeing her comrades in the same position... to her, anyway.
true art is hard to come by, and dante provides it.
she appreciates him for all the wrong reasons. ]
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The whole thing is absolutely NOT an option!
But, hypothetically-speaking...
If we could break off a chip of it, or a clock-hand or something, what on Earth would you do to it to make it palatable?
( call it morbid curiosity.
ryoshu is unsubtle enough about her proclivities and passions that dante would have a good understanding of why it is that she values them and what they contribute to the team. they may be the wrong reasons, but... considering how they feel many of the sinners take them and what they do to revive them for granted, they will still take the appreciation gladly. )
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𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜:
What did you do???
This is terrible... We have to get you out of there immediately!