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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]

[yes thank you he IS AN ADULT no one else is recognising this right now]

That means I should be able to cook? No one ever taught me.

[Nero, a baby, cannot visually recognize the difference between a 19 year old and a 35 year old. Also, all dads are adults by default.

But this role reversal is so silly, it seems to tickle Nero. He feels even smarter now~]

I bet I could teach yooou.

[who can blame him for expecting his dad to be an adult]

You think so? You're pretty good, huh? ...I'd like that.

[Beams!]

I'm really good, most of the time.

We can make your favourite food! What's your favourite, Dad?

[Uhhhh blood gathered by a qliphoth???

"Dad". That makes him feel really good. It's just. Nice. Like he's needed? Or wanted at least.]

Oh...uh...

Anything you make me is my favourite.

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