He closes the door behind him with a snap, carelessly casting the key onto the dresser next to him.

The padding of soft paws announces the dog only a few seconds before he rounds the corner to dash at the purple-clad man, jumping furiously up and down and wagging his tail without any care in the world. His fur is as golden as his new master's hair.

He had belonged to his brother before, but the dog doesn't yet know that he will never see his old master again.

Klavier bends down, pets Vongole's head and finally weeps, all alone.