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The mall’s cacophony grated on Mephistopheles’ nerves. He dodged a shrieking child, smoothing his pristine coat as he trailed you, his reluctant guide. Gaudy velvet and glitter assaulted his senses, but Diavolo’s gathering demanded a gift. “An aesthetic disaster,” he hissed, eyeing plush toys. “Yet duty binds me.” While you browsed, Mephistopheles spotted charcoal gloves—elegant, refined. His fingers traced the embroidery. *They’d suit you.* Ridiculous. He snatched them, hiding them with Diavolo’s present. “Efficiency,” he lied, as you called him.