[Nero briefly pages through the books. They're all thick and look a little difficult, but nowhere near as difficult as the frankly, archaic poetry he's been reading of Vergil's. Man, he never thought he'd do this much reading in his life. But his fingers brush over the title of Little Women and he thinks of his mother, and now he is bound and determined to see them all through. To know her as well as these books can allow him to. The same reason he's been reading Vergil's poetry.
The box puzzles him though. The rose doesn't tip him off, and he's completely shocked when he opens the lid. For a moment he can't believe she's real. But when he lifts the revolver, the heft, the gleam of the barrel, the way the action and the chamber feel, and the little engraved rose on the handle make it unmistakable. It's his precious Blue Rose, and even two little boxes of ammo for her. Somehow.
Well. Not "somehow." It doesn't take a detective to figure out that Vergil did this. He found Nero's gun... or more likely, summoned it as he did the Yamato. The difficulty of this given the way Spoons are earned here is not lost on him-- nor is the fact that Vergil sneers at the use of firearms, and would have no other reason to do this beyond the fact that it would mean a lot to Nero.
Yeah. He tears up a little bit. Stares back and forth from the engraved box to Vergil's bookshelves. How do you make something like this up to a guy like that? If confronted all he'll do is brush it off and say something like, "it would behoove you to be at your best and most familiar level of armament in case of a combat situation... blah blah blah" or "I do not accept your gratitude, it is the least I can do, I am your father and it is in my paternal obligation, blah blah blah..."
Fuck. He's gonna have to think about this. Apart from the obvious gratitude, this is going to take a bit of planning... and maybe a bit of learning how Spoons work.
Though when Vergil does appear later that night, Nero is still awake. There's some loud, raucous cheering and hubbub coming from his relic, propped up on the table, and he's hard at work cleaning and tuning up his gun. There's an open beer bottle on the table and he is halfway through eating a monster grilled cheese sandwich on a plate, with a side of potato chips and yellow mustard slathered all over them.]
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The same reason he's been reading Vergil's poetry.The box puzzles him though. The rose doesn't tip him off, and he's completely shocked when he opens the lid. For a moment he can't believe she's real. But when he lifts the revolver, the heft, the gleam of the barrel, the way the action and the chamber feel, and the little engraved rose on the handle make it unmistakable. It's his precious Blue Rose, and even two little boxes of ammo for her. Somehow.
Well. Not "somehow." It doesn't take a detective to figure out that Vergil did this. He found Nero's gun... or more likely, summoned it as he did the Yamato. The difficulty of this given the way Spoons are earned here is not lost on him-- nor is the fact that Vergil sneers at the use of firearms, and would have no other reason to do this beyond the fact that it would mean a lot to Nero.
Yeah. He tears up a little bit. Stares back and forth from the engraved box to Vergil's bookshelves. How do you make something like this up to a guy like that? If confronted all he'll do is brush it off and say something like, "it would behoove you to be at your best and most familiar level of armament in case of a combat situation... blah blah blah" or "I do not accept your gratitude, it is the least I can do, I am your father and it is in my paternal obligation, blah blah blah..."
Fuck. He's gonna have to think about this. Apart from the obvious gratitude, this is going to take a bit of planning... and maybe a bit of learning how Spoons work.
Though when Vergil does appear later that night, Nero is still awake. There's some loud, raucous cheering and hubbub coming from his relic, propped up on the table, and he's hard at work cleaning and tuning up his gun. There's an open beer bottle on the table and he is halfway through eating a monster grilled cheese sandwich on a plate, with a side of potato chips and yellow mustard slathered all over them.]