Wha-
Wait, they were having a diner later? Shit, maybe Daiko should… m-maybe…
But they weren’t anywhere nearby here. It felt… heavy on his chest. Nah, he would have to sit this one out and eat on his own. Perhaps he and Coda could find a slaughterhouse and get themselves an ox leg or a couple chicken chests. Did they have a different kind of slaughterhouse here in Bosco? Did they sell the same stuff as back in Fiore? Or would he have to go out and hunt the cattle himself? That kind of stuff took a while, and he… well, he would have to spend more time here in Bosco, but he was such a stranger and he didn’t want to get lost or make himself open.
When the masked fella asked about his glove, Daiko’s eyes widened in delight. “Oh, my weirdly-faced gauntlet thingie? I… I don’t know if I’m correct, but whenever I use it, my arm’s strength skyrockets. I can only use it for short periods, though,” he explained roughly after his own experience with the Mero Gauntlet; ever since he got it in a garage sale with little information, it had just been a convenience to be drawn from time and time again. Its secret, however, was far away from him.
“Is your mask also a magical artifact? Does it, like, make you invisible or something?”
And thus, Daiko’s curiosity led forth the slowly building of a new, random friendship between the masked nobody (didn’t even know his name, hence the term) and the weirded out foreigner.
WC: 248
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