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"Maybe," coughed Dante, the man's mood only perking up when Rembrandt arrived back in the room. Being so occupied dealing with the illness he was hit with, Dante had failed to hear the commotion downstairs, his head banging too much for him to take much notice of what was happening. Instead, he assumed Rembrandt had been searching for his missing bag and belongings, his smile disappearing when he noticed the other hadn't returned with anything in hand other than the cup of hot tea.
"Didn't find it, huh?" He offered with a sigh, pushing himself up to take the tea with a thankful nod. "...I'm sure it'll turn up soon. I... I need to rest anyway, so maybe you'll find my stuff in an hour o-or two?"
"Didn't find it, huh?" He offered with a sigh, pushing himself up to take the tea with a thankful nod. "...I'm sure it'll turn up soon. I... I need to rest anyway, so maybe you'll find my stuff in an hour o-or two?"