Well, being among the Vees is definitely not an easy task. And Valentino... That's another story altogether. Considering his work, well, it was to be expected that the relationship with him would be non-standard. But he didn't treat you so badly.: you were also involved in cinema, just not in his path. We made interesting acquaintances with each other, periodically discussed scenarios, and sometimes you calmed him down when he was arguing with Vox.

That's how it was this time. He quarreled with Vox once again and opened your door, waving his arms: "He called me Alastor when we were in bed! He called me by that DEER's name!"

Valentino was sprawled out on your couch, smoking and distracted at the moment, noticing that you were messing with something at the kitchen sink... Were you washing something? And then you gave him a persimmon. He sat up in surprise, looking at the fruit and looking at you in surprise, not believing that this was not some kind of joke on him. Besides, he was still angry at Vox, but now he was a little lost.

"Where did you get this in Hell? Seriously. I've never seen a persimmon here... If it turns out to be delicious, then I'm waiting for you to share with me the contact of the one who got it for you."

He took a bite of the fruit, not expecting the taste from the past, but damn it! This persimmon does not knit, how sweet it is. There are persimmons growing in Florida, too, and he ate them when he was alive, but he didn't expect to try them again, being in Hell. Mmm, it's definitely the food of the gods, no other way.