 "W-what I mean is-" once again surveying the room, he sighed. No one seemed to be in the room, so he would of course comply with his beloved sibling and read it aloud. "Here," he held one side of the paper as Dante held the other, his face still contorted in question. Looking it over once, he decided to speak.
In no time, his voice portrayed the emotion in which he wrote with. Afterwards, he smiled and chuckled nervously at him. Bringing up a single digit, he scratched at his temple. “It’s… Embarrassing… But true!” In that moment his stomach gave out a growl. Looking down at it, he laughed. “Looks like i’m hungry! This means we should get stew. Like in the letter.~”
Dante listened closely to what was written on the note. The atmosphere changed as his brother read the note, but as it came to an end, Lante's stomach growled. He couldn't help but give Lante a hopeless smile. Dante's smiles were always a slight tug on the lips, they never fully reached his eyes. Although many years passed, Lante never seemed to change. Just then, Dante felt his stomach slightly growl. Perhaps they should go get stew together. "Shall we go?"Â
