As the process of falsifying documents and forging a new identity for Vincent wasn’t new to me, and the added benefit of using Renni’s stealth Skill, it took significantly less time to get all my tasks completed. By the time Renni and I regrouped with Vincent later in the evening, the only thing that remained was obtaining a vehicle and apartment.
’Why don’t we just get him a motorcycle or something? They’re convenient to hide in, and they don’t use up much gas.’ Adding her opinion into the mix, I observed the little girl as she stuffed one cookie after another into her mouth.
’Too flashy; he needs an older model car, one which easily gets around unnoticed as it’s average looking, so a beige or maroon sedan.’ Shaking my head and trying my best not to try and delve into how a girl so small could devour her weight in cookies, I flipped through a few brochures we had picked up for different apartments and condos in the area.
’But that’s so boring; he’s a doctor; shouldn’t he be flashy and own at least a sports car?’ Reaching toward the plate she had been destroying, Renni’s face fell when she realized there weren’t any more cookies to eat.
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’He’s a general practice doctor, not a fucking surgeon; they may make decent money, but not the big bucks like brain surgeons or anything of that specialty; a plain old sedan is perfect.’
’The real issue is building a stable and, more importantly, mundane life for him; he needs a one to two bedroom Condo or Apartment, neutral furnishings, and maybe we should get him a cat…’ thumbing through the brochures to find the most average-looking one, my chain of thought was interrupted by Renni.
’Um, but aren’t serial killers the kind of people who kill animals for no reason? Is it really a good idea to get him a cat? What if he like, I don’t know, skins it or something.’ Concerned about the wellbeing of this imaginary cat that we hadn’t even gotten ahold of yet, I paused while listening to Renni’s panicked tone.
’Sigh, first of all, killing animals doesn’t necessarily fit Vincent’s MO, plus I’ve read multiple articles about how he actually loved animals, so much so that there are several recorded incidents of when he was in Med-School, Harlow would complain about dogs being trapped in cages and even cry like a baby at the sight of the dogs being euthanized.’
’So getting him a cat or even a small dog is actually a pretty good option, considering it will allow him to integrate into the local community quicker if he is seen out and about walking his dog, hm…ok scratch the cat idea, let’s get him a puppy.’ Placing down the last of the brochures, I snatched up one and stood up.
’Let’s go here before the management office closes…’
With that said, Renni and I left the hotel where we had ditched Vincent for the day, and within two hours, we secured him a two-bedroom condo, one that allowed the residents to have dogs.
’This place isn’t too shabby, a little small, but for a bachelor living alone, it should do fine,’ Renni stated as we walked around the empty and newly renovated Condo.
’Un, it’ll do, now to fill it with furniture,’ opening my inventory, I scrolled through the multiple pages until I located a bunch of household items I had…borrowed back in Manchester before Vincent and I left.
’…why do I feel like you use your inventory like a bottomless backpack or something…’ It wasn’t the first time I had dug through my inventory in front of Renni, and although she was relatively wealthy, she didn’t have even remotely as many inventory slots as I did; for her, it was a tool meant to house vitally important items, the complete opposite of how I viewed my own.
’Because I do…I mean, I’ve got 75 pages open. Listen, I won’t tell you how to manage your System Panel, so don’t chastise me for how I use mine,’ rolling my eyes, I went around the different rooms, dropping down one piece of furniture after another before neatly positioning all the items Vincent would need for daily life, such as dressers, beds, TVs, couches, and hell, and I even stocked his kitchen.
With that, I was wholly abiding by the terms set in our contract, which would be clear after we left.
Meanwhile, Renni was constantly running around behind me, putting any finishing touches on the place, a womanly touch if you would; sometime later, we stood by the front door examining our handy work and felt satisfied.
Or at least I was. Renni wouldn’t stop complaining about how "poor" and "lower class" the place looked, but I waved those sentiments off as her being a spoiled rich kid.
Heading back to the hotel on foot, we picked up Vincent, handed over the keys, and escorted him across town by cab to a used car dealership, where we picked out the most average-looking car I could find and purchased it.
By the time we finished all the paperwork involved in buying a car, it was nearly dinner time, so I had Vincent drive us to a restaurant. But right as we were pulling in, I noticed a local petstore, so I had him make a detour first.
"Alright, Vincent, you have 20 minutes; here’s some cash. Go pick out whatever puppy you want; think of this as a gift from me."
For a second, Vincent looked from me to the money, then over to the petstore and back, and for the first time since I met him, I saw something in his eyes: Excitement.
’Wow, this guy must really like dogs.’ Besides me, Renni noticed the change in Vincent’s demeanor.
"Milord, are you sure?" hesitating slightly, Vincent didn’t reach for the money and instead asked to make sure if it was alright, and only once I gave him a nod of affirmation did he snatch the money and bolt for the petstore.