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Who: Dante (combust and Asellus (roseimbroglio)
What: Dante drops Sellz a note, because he's being - gasp - a little more observant than usual, and has noticed she hasn't said a word to him. Plus, he told Vergil he'd get info out of her.
When: Fast-forwarding to after he teaches Orihime to play pool and after he crawls into Vergil's room and decides his brother

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[roseimbroglio]

It'd been a long lecture, and Asellus was more tired than anything as she unlocked her door, having a pretty good idea of what was waiting for her on the other side (mostly because the area near her door smelled like sesame oil). She wondered if knowing wasn't making her more tired; there was something about not being believed that she both expected and didn't like. It seemed she was the only one who had been here before, and it didn't help her cause. And no matter how many books she'd checked, Paranormal Library or otherwise, there was absolutely nothing that gave her anything she didn't already know about the Nexus. She'd checked, extensively

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If she thought he couldn't understand how living alone was hard, then she hadn't known this 'other' him very well. And he caught the look on her face, and for a moment kicked himself for even thinking of doing this in the first place, for two reasons: One, it was keeping a promise to Vergil, if not in the way Vergil probably wanted him to. Two, despite the fact that, as far as he knew, she could be out to get him, she was still somebody, and somebody who, apparently, had deep connections to someone like him. And was it a bit fair, that he'd pushed himself on her?

Probably not, but then...Well, as harsh as it was, life wasn't fair.

He stuck the chopsticks he'd been using in the box and placed it on the floor in front of him, wondering if he shouldn't just leave. Hell, it wasn't like he couldn't, and quick, fast, and in a hurry, too. But then...That wasn't the Dante way, and he'd never forgive himself for being that big of a coward

[roseimbroglio]

She took the bottle, and for a moment her face shifted into a grateful smile-- a true one, though a bit shadowed. It had been a rough while, and was promising to be rougher, but even if things were bad, he was still making overtures of friendship, and she really didn't have the right to take this suddenly bitter mood out on him. He had done something for her, after all. "Thanks," she offered, her tone meek and apologetic. She knew she wasn't fooling him before, but she should have known he probably would have seen through it anyway; she'd never been good at hiding her feelings.

"Smells good," she offered, tossing three heavy texts-- Al Bhed Animism, The Way of Yevon, and Nexus Theory (a girl could hope for another answer)-- onto her bed. "Lot of food. You sure we can finish all this?" She sat on the floor, a distance from him, and eyed it before picking up a few cartons and inspecting them. She found a few saucy beef dishes and ended up picking up some sort of chicken with peppers. Not bad

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"I figured if nothing else, the leftovers tend to be better the second time around." He shrugged, picking up his carton of fried rice once more. "Besides, I had no idea what you liked."

That was honest, wasn't it? He thought so. He hadn't known. So it had just made sense to get, well, some of everything and hope for the best.

He fell silent a moment, poking around in his own container. What could she tell him? What, exactly, was it that he needed to know? She'd been vague about the blood thing, in his opinion, but he didn't figure that was something normal (at least...somewhat normal-acting) people talked about over dinner. They weren't like he and Vergil, after all