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[This is stuck up on the fridge of Vergil's dorm room with one of the magnets the school gives out that has a calendar on it, with all school-important dates bolded. Transcripts provided beause Dante's handwriting is chicken scratch.]
[At the top of the note:]
<- Flowers, Verg? Really?
-> Your shampoo smells wierd, wtf, Verg.
-> Out of apple juice.
Verg,
There were poptarts in the cabinet. Blueberry? Seriously? Well, I guess that's not fucking shocking or anything.
Anyway, I took them. There's, like, nothing [in] my room and you did say you'd share.
Oh. Before I forget. I'm going by the paranormal building's library later. I know I told you that, but: I'm gonna see if there's anything on these 'mystic' things, too. I'll get with you on it later when I have something more...Concrete.
Be good while I'm out.
-Dante
P.S.: What's for dinner?
P.P.S.: I'm getting you back for the kidneys.
Also. I have never, in my entire fucking life, seen somebody as incapable of grocery shopping as you.
Plz to consider the following:
MILK -> It's marvelous, I promise.
BUTTER -> It won't kill you.
CEREAL -> The kind with sugar.
COFFEE -> Godammit, Vergil.
HOT POCKETS -> Processed food is not evil.
MORE POPTARTS -> Strawberry this time.
JUNK FOOD PERIOD -> No wonder you're cranky.
Just...Broaden those tastebud horizons, best big brother ever.
P.P.P.S.: You live like a monk. Dante must remedy this
:)
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