firstworldproblem | IC Inbox 2 (Imeeji)

I carry them around for Comso actually. Which means they are really for Vergil. I'm quite sure would expire if he didn't wear something with that as part of the color.

[He wires him 300 points. He also takes out a small notebook and pen. On the top of the page he simply rights 'Sandwiches' and is ready to tally.]

Now I worry I didn't bring enough.

[BRAINGEARS TURNING]

... Ah, so that is what he meant by being fond of blue "these days"! Oh, I must remember this to terrorize Vergil later.

[Holy shit though we are doing this. Levity grins, rubbing his hands together.]

Soooo... Would you like to set any rules before I begin?

I only arm you with the best information.

[He taps the pen against his chin.]

I suppose the sandwich must be at least half in to count. I can't think of any others besides. ... Just don't choke on them. It would be an awkward conversation to have with Pep! Pep! were I to arrive on their doorstep.

Oh, indeed! I really should become more acquainted with others on that unit... Though I imagine Gladio would appreciate this manner of reason for revival. But, if those are the rules you are going with...

[He grins, obviously Planning Something, and... pulls out a piece of metal from his pocket, uh oh, shapes it into a knife, and. Begins cutting the sandwiches into much smaller finger sandwiches.]

I'm sure it would preferable to most of the requests they get.

[He just laughs at the sight.]

I see you are going for a high score. You really need someone as 'creative' as you to challenge you on this.

Come now, I even gave you the chance to determine the size of sandwiches!

[Okay, mostly done, time to stuff like twenty mini sandwiches in his mouth. In a moment.]

Now... The next step would be challenging someone else to beat my score. Without telling them it needn't be "classic" sandwiches, of course.

I have not come into challenge with your devious mind as of late. Next time, I will do better.

[Emet will help line up the little sandwich sticks in a neat row. You know, make them picturesque.]

Now, who can I get for such a challenge? Lily, perhaps.

[He smiles happily and fondly at the mention of Lily, but--]

Oh, no, no, my friend. Vergil. Much easier to bait into doing anything - I just have to insinuate he couldn't beat me!

I was considering him, but I'm quite sure eating normal food brings him no joy.

Isn't that true for any food? As I understand it, it's not unpleasant for him either, but in his words he "would be just as happy with a bag of flour as with a cake". Though he did seem puzzled when I sent him some flour!

That does sound like him.

But you are delaying.

I thought this an important clarification to make!

[But yes, alright, time to commit food crimes!

I decided to diceroll this and. Dicebot says 27. 27 minisandwiches.]

[Goodness. He, like the somewhat reliable pal that he is, does at least tally off 27 sandwiches.

And then hands him a glass of water once he manages to swallow all that.]

[JUST IN TIME, Levity waves his hand urgently for the water and gulps it down hurriedly, gasping once he's done.]

Goodness, that was still quite the effort!

[He laughs as he brushes crumbs off him casually. And he does draw a pretty arcane pattern around the 27 tally not unlike some sort of certificate before tearing out the page and handing it to him.]

Your spoils, good sir.

[He laughs too once he has enough air in his lungs again, and--decides to cheat, taking out another piece of metal from his pocket and Gadgeteering it with the "certificate" to make it a proper badge.]

Thank you, thank you! This will take the place of honour on my wall.

While not particularly flashy, your abilities are quite handy.

And I hope you would cherish it. I would not do this for just anyone.

By that, do you mean you wouldn't reward someone for tricking you in a dare to eat the most sandwiches they can, or that you wouldn't dare someone to eat the highest number of sandwiches, or both? I need to know to precisely calculate how honoured I ought to be!

How about I wouldn't even bother with the effort of ensuring most would be fed, dare or not.

... You really remind me of Absinthe right now.

I'm going to take that as a compliment.

Well, it was said in fondness. I do love him dearly.

And I'm sure he is still completely baffled at having those that love him.

I think he is. He'd always seem surprised whenever I told him I care for him, or trust him... Though perhaps that's a little different for me and him than it is for him and you.

He and I are more similar in outlook, our humor more morbid. But it did still surprise him. Though to be honest, his own manner of acceptance surprised me as well.

I'm sure you felt something similar.

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