[Closer, still, Diavolo approaches the disarray with a curious expression fixed on his face. So this is the one, then? Nagito Komaeda, the mer who'd so boldly threatened him on the network (and it was a threat, it could not be read as anything but), buried under a pile of the very goods he intends to sell. No wonder he was reaching out for help. Is he here all alone?
A pause, and then, as explanation:]
You kept me waiting. To think I believed you'd been doing it intentionally.
[A stretch down, and he lifts a particularly weighty box with ease. Somewhere near the head, hopefully, lest Komaeda suffocate in his self-inflicted tomb before this meeting can even begin.]
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[Closer, still, Diavolo approaches the disarray with a curious expression fixed on his face. So this is the one, then? Nagito Komaeda, the mer who'd so boldly threatened him on the network (and it was a threat, it could not be read as anything but), buried under a pile of the very goods he intends to sell. No wonder he was reaching out for help. Is he here all alone?
A pause, and then, as explanation:]
You kept me waiting. To think I believed you'd been doing it intentionally.
[A stretch down, and he lifts a particularly weighty box with ease. Somewhere near the head, hopefully, lest Komaeda suffocate in his self-inflicted tomb before this meeting can even begin.]