(About twenty minutes later comes a motorcycle slowing to a stop and a knock on the door. It's Dante, bringing with him a pitcher of orange juice, food in a bag that smells undeniably like curry, and his elemental nunchaku, King Cerberus.)
Akechi? Got the stuff. Freshly squeezed juice and everything.
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(About twenty minutes later comes a motorcycle slowing to a stop and a knock on the door. It's Dante, bringing with him a pitcher of orange juice, food in a bag that smells undeniably like curry, and his elemental nunchaku, King Cerberus.)
Akechi? Got the stuff. Freshly squeezed juice and everything.