[Vil doesn't deign Leona's comment with an answer until the next time he pauses, shooting an unimpressed look at him over his shoulder.]
No, it isn't.
[There's none of the usual snark he would usually give in response, and the reason for that soon becomes apparent when Vil stops in front of one of the many supernatural-feeling statues littering the garden. The lifelike statue sits on a short pedestal to keep it off the pathway and grass, dressed in nondescript pants and t-shirt and arms up, one hand a fist and the other clenched around it. Perhaps the face and hairstyle could be argued to be commonplace, but the combination of stance and features had definitely given Vil pause.
Vil stares at the statue without gesturing at it, as if not wanting to fully commit to the question he eventually asks.]
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No, it isn't.
[There's none of the usual snark he would usually give in response, and the reason for that soon becomes apparent when Vil stops in front of one of the many supernatural-feeling statues littering the garden. The lifelike statue sits on a short pedestal to keep it off the pathway and grass, dressed in nondescript pants and t-shirt and arms up, one hand a fist and the other clenched around it. Perhaps the face and hairstyle could be argued to be commonplace, but the combination of stance and features had definitely given Vil pause.
Vil stares at the statue without gesturing at it, as if not wanting to fully commit to the question he eventually asks.]
Does this look like Deuce to you?