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Fighting a yawn, unsuccessfully, Virgil looked up towards Amelia as she stood in front of him. "A puppy?" He repeated, making sure he heard correctly. The request caught him a little off guard, seemingly coming out of left field, but for some reason Virgil grinned at the idea. "Yeah, I'd be happy to come with you. I love dogs." He waved off her sheepish expression, offering her a genuine smile. "Ah, don't worry about it. It's not like I had plans today," he added, chuckling at his own comment. "What kind of dog were you thinking about getting?"

Standing, Virgil reached his hand out to accept his newly cleaned clothes, enjoying the feel of their heat from the dryer and the fresh scent of laundry clinging to them. "I'll come, I'll come," Virgil assured with a light chuckle, looking over his clothes. They didn't look great; tears here and there with fringing ends. Still- at least they were clean now. "I could possibly accept anymore-" Virgil looked up, noticing that Amelia had already fluttered off to take her own shower. Shaking his head with a chuckle, Virgil retreated to the bedroom he'd stayed in to get out of the pink shirt she'd lent him and back into his loose, baggy attire.