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Vayl smiled to himself, imagining Dolce with a bell.
"And what good would a bell do on your collar other than make you look like a domesticated animal? And why are you so worried about Redd? She made her own choices, and you made yours."
Vayl's hand tightened unconsciously, squeezing a little too hard on Dolce's
Vayl stared up at the, in his opinion, completely overdecorated clothes shop in wonder. He felt totally out of place here in his brooding, almost provocative jacket and tight trousers.
"And you know about this shop how? Vayl muttered before blinking and realising Dolce had already scampered in. He wondered if she had done it gleefully or not.
Vayl opened his mouth and frowned as Dolce produced yet more money, before thinking better of speaking in the shop and waiting until they were outside.
[b]"Uhm Dolce, I thought you were a slave, where exactly did you get all this money from" Vayl's more serious side kicked in. "And don't you think we could be spending it on stuff more useful than clothing?"
Nevertheless, Vayl wrapped his customary arm around Dolce's shoulder, and escorted her out of the shop. He looked, or hoped he did, like a brooding, overprotective lover.
Biting his lip sadly, Vayl looked down at his feet. He'd hope he'd be one of them one day, and in honesty he would rather have no other girl than Dolce.
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But one day
you will stand before death's decrepit gate,
without really knowing why