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[summonere]

art by shadowblindr

« un: verse » TEXT ✧ AUDIO ✧ VIDEO ✧ ACTION V ✦ Devil May Cry 5
RESIDENCE ✦ Private Housing
GEMBOND ✦ Emerald

Summer begins to have the look, peruser of enchanting Book, reluctantly but sure perceives a gain upon the backward leaves --

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[poisondawn]

And hopefully you never do.

[ She chuckles, holding her hand out to him to help her stand back up. ]

Feel like you might have answer yet?

[summonere]

[ He provides it without hesitation, extending out black claws. ]

Of the options presented, the simplest place would be to change the exact number of siblings.

[ What a way to word that but he doesn't really expect it to be that simple. She's more clever than that and when you're playing with someone clever they can make even the truth a lie. ]

I'm hardly going to keep you here to relay me your entire family tree for verification.

[poisondawn]

[ And she doesn’t hesitate to take it, wrapping her long, delicate fingers around it as she stands. Even when she’s upright, she doesn’t let go just yet, the feeling of synchrony truly quite pleasing. ]

I wouldn’t bore you with that either. I save torture for those I don’t like.

[ A joke, sort of. ]

Is that your final answer?

[ He might’ve caught on to her, even if he didn’t know the exact answer, and she was being difficult on purpose so she won’t hold it against him. ]

[summonere]

Well, we don't have all night. It may as well be.

[ Even if he loses, he still received something that he finds of value: the stories of others. He is the scribe, that is the work. ]

[poisondawn]

We might not have all night, but…

[ Her smile widens a touch, her hand slipping along his fingers before pulling away completely. ]

We’ll have a whole day next time.

[summonere]

[ He gives a theatrical little bow as she slips away. He is competitive, but a much more gracious loser than Vergil ever was. ]

Are you pleased?

[poisondawn]

Pleased, yes, satisfied?

[ It wasn’t the fairest of games, and she thinks that she might have some fun going at it again on an even playing ground.

She steps around him as if circling him, studying his face like she was imaging the kind of expression he might make. ]

I’d like to see what really drives you more.

[summonere]

Until next time, then.

[ He hasn't exactly hidden anything but he is a chimera of a thing, driven by strange impulses and old memories that no longer belong to him. She might find it entertaining enough. ]