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[They grow up and get demon swords so fast 8')]

Olive Garden...?

Ah. Right. [Bva. Of course.] Sure why not.

Do you...want to... ride on my shoulders or something

Really...??

[Wait no don't look too excited. You're not some kind of baby. You're tough. SHRUGS.]

I mean-- o-okay.

[They're still the same......]

Alright, hold on to that sword.

[He leans down to lift Nero up and just set him right on his shoulders. This is actually convenient because now he doesn't have to worry about what he's doing with his face.]

[This is a plus for Nero too, because now Dad can't see the sheepish smile on his face!

With a ridiculously long sword tucked under one arm, and the other holding onto Vergil's head, he settles comfortably onto his new perch.]

Do you know how to get there?

Not really. You want to give me directions?

[He was going to google maps it otherwise but maybe it would make Nero feel important? He was thinking it would be worse to deal with a little kid but actually this is a lot easier than an already grown man...]

[Nero takes out his phone, already feeling proud and useful. He's smart! Being Vergil's son, of course.]

The map says Olive Garden is three hours thirty minutes by foot, but we can take the train to... Higa...shi... Koganei... station. That's thirty-five minutes.

[Of course! Any son of his would be very smart, naturally. Nero is good.]

Train it is then. Hope you're plenty hungry.

[Heading to the train, and ducking in doorways to make sure Nero's head isn't going to hit the frame...]

[Nero ducks his head too, and reaches a hand out to grab a dangly hand grip. You know. For safety.]

I hope they have spaghetti...

I'm sure they do. You don't want something more exciting, though? Or is that your favourite?

Spaghetti's my favourite.

[...good to know]

Guess you really are Italian, huh?

Is that in Fortuna?

[oh, baby boy]

No, it's in Europe, its own country. Much bigger. Nero was an emperor - it also means black.

[Tilts his head a little, remembering]

Black... I have a blanket that's black.

...Have you always had it?

[He nods mutely against the top of Vergil's head, a little embarrassed.]

[Does that upset him? Maybe it's best not to bring up not having been there to name him. It's amazing how much more clearly he can think when he's not looking at Nero. It cuts down the awkwardness significantly.]

There's a black spaghetti called spaghetti nero too, you know.

[Vergil can hear a tiny gasp of child-like wonder and delight]

There's black spaghetti?!

There sure is. Maybe they'll have it.

[that's probably expecting a lot of an olive garden]

It's made with squid ink.

[It is expecting entirely too much]

Whoaaaa, gross! I wanna try it!!

[that's the reaction he was hoping for. kids love gross stuff.]

If they don't, we can...try to make it sometime.

[also a terrible idea, at least if vergil's the adult in charge.......]

[Oooh, interest piqued]

Can you cook??

...No... But I can learn.

[Giggles,]

But you're an adult!

[Adults Know How To Do Everything]

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