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'Not to mention, there's that OTHER matter to look into,' said Garovel.

Fully dressed now, Hector poked his head through open bathroom doorway before walking out. "What other matter?"

'Oh, c'mon, you know the one. The other matter.'

"Uh..."

'The one involving the thing. Inside the other thing.'

Ah, wait a minute. "Hmm. Weirdly enough, I think I actually know what you're talking about..."

'Heh. Good. Then there's no need for me to ramble on. Our reaper-servant communication skills are doing excellently.'

"If you say so."

A beat passed, and Garovel tilted his head at him. 'Again with the all black getup, huh?'

"Hey, these are the nicest clothes I've got." It was true. Ms. Rogers had picked them out and gotten them fitted for him. She said they belonged to the Umbral Heart line from Domingo. He didn't know what any of that meant, but they sure felt nice on his skin and didn't restrict his movements as much as other fancy clothes he'd worn.

And apparently, they were "expensive but not TOO expensive." According to Ms. Rogers, they would allow him to appear respectable and distinguished in front of people who cared about these sorts of things without looking like he was showing off.

That all sounded good to Hector.

'I wasn't questioning their niceness,' said Garovel. 'It's just a lot of black, y'know? A black man in a black suit in a black tower. Don't you think a splash of color might do you some good?'

Well, the reaper had a point. Hector scratched the back of his head as he looked around his room. He went through the dresser near the closet, searching for something he could wear with color on it. Some extra piece of clothing he could wear with or perhaps on top of--

He popped his head out, suddenly realizing.

He wasn't wearing the Scarf of Amordiin, right now.