[There is no reason anyone needs shades out here, not even dhampirs. But here he is... walking around with a familiar pair of shades over his eyes.
The items not belonging to him which he has some strange affinity to sniff out were a few of the things he started hunting for recently. It helped to know a few of his own things were also missing. He just assumed people would want them back...?
And if he's anything, it's respectful to thinks which don't belong to himself. Putting the shades on felt less dangerous than unsheathing Vergil's sword, and he didn't want them to get broken tucked away somewhere else.
The only bit of Mamoru he's felt is the pieces in communions, but it's enough, along with the inkling, to know who he's looking for... if he can find the guy. Mamoru, your eyes! Where are you hiding?]
mamoru
The items not belonging to him which he has some strange affinity to sniff out were a few of the things he started hunting for recently. It helped to know a few of his own things were also missing. He just assumed people would want them back...?
And if he's anything, it's respectful to thinks which don't belong to himself. Putting the shades on felt less dangerous than unsheathing Vergil's sword, and he didn't want them to get broken tucked away somewhere else.
The only bit of Mamoru he's felt is the pieces in communions, but it's enough, along with the inkling, to know who he's looking for... if he can find the guy. Mamoru, your eyes! Where are you hiding?]