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Why hell?

Not entirely sure. He got stuck there as a child. Escaped, somehow, and then--what was that word?

Yeet. Yes. Yeeted. Yeeted himself back into hell for some reason or other, after rejecting his brother's hand and who knows what else.

That was when he was rather younger.

And then. Then! The idiot gets obsessed and splits his soul in two because emotions are a weakness.

[He starts to sit up.]

I'm going to throw him off the roof.

[Simply applying weight to him. Though he has really only one take away.]

You do care.

[He cannot move? That is unfair? Emet-Selch is a cheater. He makes an annoyed noise and gives up on sitting up.]

I did not say that.

[Which is just reflexive honestly.]

Admit it~☆.

[He did learn something new at another table today.]

...

[Just going to stare at him unblinking for like five seconds.]

What was that.

[Tapping his nose.]

Don't be distracted.

....Teach me it.

Anyway. Yes. I care.

I have terrible taste.

Did I always have terrible taste Emet-Selch? I recall having better taste once.

In a moment.

[He pets his hair.]

Vergil is not bad taste, you sentimental old fool.

[And then he laughs.]

You didn't last long at all. Congratulations.

Hm. Caring--is one thing.

[Like it's not a big achievement on its own. He's frowning, lifting his hands and starting to braid Eemt-Selch's bangs.]

It is still a struggle to see most of these mortals as real. Even the ones I like. I think Five and Vergil do approach it....

I am trying since you insist so. But I find it difficult to not be somewhat reserved even now.

[Pulling his head back. Lahabrea and his tiny braids.]

Five has already agreed to continue Rejoining should we falter.

I'm sure Vergil would agree, too.

So why do you hesitate?

[Hah he wins.

Wait Emet-Selch is pulling away he loses. He drops his hands and sighs.]

Why do you care for them?

Five cares for Amaurot. How could I not love him?

You... Are so easy.

I am not.

Yes you are!

I am ---

[Oh, at some point his phone notifies him that Vergil is on his way.

Shit, he has to get up doesn't he? Didn't think that through.]

[Ugh he doesn't want to sit up.]

What?

Company.

What? We're so drunk though.

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[SUP YOU SOFT NERDS

Vergil's busting in. He's still unsteady on his feet so he's holding the door frame hard.]

I don't know if we're fighting or you miss me but we can figure that out.

[Oh, good! He doesn't have to go fetch him, but he gets up anyway.]

He's all yours.

... Excuse me?

[He points at Lahabrea]

You sent me knives. But he [points at Emet!] said you miss me. I don't know. Maybe it's the same thing.

Definitely the same.

[Yawns and stretches, taking a blanket, a stuffed shoe bill, and a pillow before heading towards the door.]

Don't stay up late.