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[ As Nero already knows, due to them being in the same team, Peter's been participating in the scavenger hunt. The problem is, he has just touched a picture frame that disappeared in his hand and got cursed by accident.

While most of the curses aren't malicious per se, Peter finds that they cause really awkward and inconvenient urges. This time he feels compelled to leave a voicemail on Nero's account with a song from one of his favorite groups: Fleetwood Mac. He's even tapping on a table to the song's rhythm to offer something in terms of instrumentals.

Nope, no more explanation than the song. Enjoy, man. ]

[ He's not taking Dante's advice. He's not. And he hasn't spent a great deal of time thinking about his words. That's absurd. His brother is a buffoon. What could he possibly know about parenthood?

Granted, it's not like Vergil has any idea, either, but the point stands.

Still. For the first time in a long time, he considers their family — and despite himself, he's begun thinking about what he would have done if he'd had another chance to speak with Sparda before his death.

The whole concept sits poorly with him. But... He supposes Nero's situation isn't dissimilar.

That means he has to talk to the boy, doesn't it? How does that even work? So he goes about it the only way he knows how. ]

Nero.

Let's spar.

[ So. Dante is back. If anyone asks, he will not admit that he feels somewhat comforted by the fact. It does mean that he's slowly coming out of his self-imposed exile, though. ]

Nero. You've heard from him?

[ Not a question. Just a confirmation. ]

Edited 2019-11-06 06:05 (UTC)

I need to break something

[hi Nero how are you today lovely weather we’re having]

Edited 2019-11-06 19:48 (UTC)

just so you know
i may have ratted you out to vergil

just in case he is angry next time you speak to him

[ He's heard Dante talk about Nero's van from time to time, still cannot quite believe that it's here — still, it makes for a pretty clear landmark to seek out, and he appreciates that there can be no mistaking whose it is.

Vergil is pretty sure his calculations are off, but... well. It's the thought that matters, or so he's been told. Easy enough to approach in the dead of night, when there's no one around to see. So when Nero opens the door, he'll find a package leaning against the side of the van. A tall, thin box with no note or return address, but if he opens it, there's really no mistaking where it's from. Maybe a bit of conceit on Vergil's part, but.

Inside the package is a katana somewhat like the Yamato, though with some major differences — the blade is a little wider, the tip curved and hooked like Nero's Red Queen and the tsuba pronged and curved in four pieces, like Dante's Devil Sword. The braiding on it shares the same colors and style as the Yamato.

Who knows when the day actually is anymore, but. He remembers enjoying this particular holiday as a child, and it seems like the appropriate season. Why not. ]

[On Valentine's Day, Nero will receive a bright red card with a little rabbit painted on the front. Inside is a little note in perfectly neat cursive and a small bag of chocolate chip cookies.]

Dear Mr. Nero ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄₎◞

Happy Valentines Day! I know it isn't pizza but I hope you like the cookies!

Your friend,
Alice Liddell

P.S. Cat emo-gees are much easier to draw than to write!

hey
hey nero
are you busy?
if so get your hand off your dick
or your thumb outta your ass
and come help me with something

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