Overheard it. [His other arm comes to a rest on top of the sword.] Now that's just not fair. C'mon, let's get you somethin' sweet. Special day for a special lady, yeah?
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[her face falls, blinking.] how did you know it was my birthday .α£ [little head scratch, looking away for a second.] theeere isn't any.
[that little smile's on his face as he gives the sword a spin with the wrist, ending up with the tip against the ground.] Anything for the birthday girl. 'Cept - where's the cake? [Other hand making a vague outward gesture.]
[pulling them both out & spinning them around his fingers fast enough to be a hazard if it were anyone other than dante. then, clack-grab-point - that iconic pose.] That enough proof for you?
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next thing you're gonna say that those are really ivory and ebony on your hips.
