Keep up, Dante, or I will not hesitate to leave you behind, [Vergil warns from where he's stopped a few paces ahead.]
[It's a hollow and empty threat, however, since the whole point of them being in this region of Folkmore is solely for Dante. Despite Tides' reputation as being a bit of an art and cultural center for the realm, it's far too noisy, bright, and busy for Vergil's temperament. So, Vergil has never bothered with setting foot in the underwater metropolis until tonight, and all for the sake of his little brother. Not that Dante actually knows that. Or, well, not in its entirety, anyways. When Vergil proposed that they spend an evening together and secured the time and day, Vergil did not once indicate where they were going, and he's remained unyielding in his unwillingness to divulge even the barest morsel of information that might tell Dante where they are going to tonight. But it doesn't take a particularly gifted mind to tell that they're here for Dante's benefit, not Vergil's after a quick look of the environment even without Vergil's secrecy.]
[The secrecy is, however, something Vergil is beginning to feel a degree of regret over now as Dante would perhaps be less prone to distraction from the street performers and other happenings along the way if he knew what was awaiting him. But Dante had given no indication that he had taken the time to prepare a proper meal for Vergil months ago now, and Vergil intended to maintain the same degree of secrecy with certainty only coming with its reveal. Between that and the fact they are only a block or so away ensures Vergil has enough resilience to not spoil the surprise prematurely. His time researching various locales around Folkmore in the interim since the lasagna will pay off. It must. But it will only do so if Vergil keeps his mouth shut. So he tells himself anyways to exert more patience when Dante lags behind.]
If I had known you were going to be this distractible, I would have invested in one of those backpacks meant to keep children from wandering off.
late april
[It's a hollow and empty threat, however, since the whole point of them being in this region of Folkmore is solely for Dante. Despite Tides' reputation as being a bit of an art and cultural center for the realm, it's far too noisy, bright, and busy for Vergil's temperament. So, Vergil has never bothered with setting foot in the underwater metropolis until tonight, and all for the sake of his little brother. Not that Dante actually knows that. Or, well, not in its entirety, anyways. When Vergil proposed that they spend an evening together and secured the time and day, Vergil did not once indicate where they were going, and he's remained unyielding in his unwillingness to divulge even the barest morsel of information that might tell Dante where they are going to tonight. But it doesn't take a particularly gifted mind to tell that they're here for Dante's benefit, not Vergil's after a quick look of the environment even without Vergil's secrecy.]
[The secrecy is, however, something Vergil is beginning to feel a degree of regret over now as Dante would perhaps be less prone to distraction from the street performers and other happenings along the way if he knew what was awaiting him. But Dante had given no indication that he had taken the time to prepare a proper meal for Vergil months ago now, and Vergil intended to maintain the same degree of secrecy with certainty only coming with its reveal. Between that and the fact they are only a block or so away ensures Vergil has enough resilience to not spoil the surprise prematurely. His time researching various locales around Folkmore in the interim since the lasagna will pay off. It must. But it will only do so if Vergil keeps his mouth shut. So he tells himself anyways to exert more patience when Dante lags behind.]
If I had known you were going to be this distractible, I would have invested in one of those backpacks meant to keep children from wandering off.