` you should, like, ask whoever makes your arm to make you a bone arm, for Halloween `, she'd beam at him, seemingly pleased with that thought. but she doesn't stop there, ` and then, when demons appear you'll just go ' i knew what was comin', i felt it in my BONES ' `
❝ Can’t say I’ve ever been a huge Halloween fan. ❞ Fortuna never a place of widespread celebration outside of Sparda; funny how the deluded worship of one devil was enough to last ‘em an entire year. ❝ And if Nico starts messin’ around with bones. She better make me a whole damn flesh and blood hand. ❞ But there’s the faintest sense of entertainment which freckles itself on his features by the very end of the joke. Maybe.














