i mean just bc youre a sore loser doesn't mean youve gotta be all up in arms about it too but youll see
[About maybe five minutes later, Vergil will hear the sound of something that V would know- the unmistakeable honk of a van's horn. Nico and Nero's van, to be exact- and when Vergil steps outside, he'll hear the engine thrumming as if she'd never missed a beat after being unable to work for almost six months.
Nero rolls down the window, honking the horn again.]
[ He has to remind himself: Nero has no idea what it is like, nor what it means to be a demon. He has to remind himself of this fact, and absolutely refrain from stabbing his son as soon as he sees him.
Instead, there's a shudder down his spine, an almost vestigial distaste for the sounds he hears. He knows what that is. And when he steps outside, Vergil frowns. ]
[Considering he's spent his entire life with humans, he absolutely has no idea about anything revolving around demon tendencies- at least in terms of being one. Partially. Nothing about their territory, or their need to claim what's rightfully theirs. To him, the invasion of space and the demand is relatively normal, all things considered.
And honestly, he laughs at his father's incredulity, finding it way too amusing.]
Worked on her for a hell of a long time. Frigg also might've helped a little too.
[A moment.] Come on. It's been a long time for you, might as well get reacquainted with her.
I don't think it's just that. [Nero's vague, but the Devil Breaker flops up if only because he's trying to make a point.] Heard it runs in the family.
[Oh, so we're gonna play it like this, huh. There's a snort of amusement, and he parks the van, because now it's about two stubborn wills going against each other.]
Maybe because you need to get the stick out of your ass and have some fun? It's not gonna kill you, old man. Learn to live a little.
[ Maybe, just maybe, it's a bit of a smug sound there. Stubbornness does absolutely run in the family, and if Vergil is a little bit proud of that? He's never going to say it where anyone can hear him, okay. ]
I'm not that old. And I know plenty of ways to have fun. You'll forgive me if a vehicle neither you nor your friend can drive properly is far from my idea of such.
[In spending time with his father, Nero's gotten more and more used to how Vergil voices (or rather doesn't voice) himself. It's a stark contrast- all subtle movements and careful posture, a far cry from his own loud and brash and open motions. But their own thinking and their understanding of each other is something they both work together at and also collectively share, and that's important.
So when there's a rebuttal of his offer, he can't help but throw out a familiar shit-eating grin, raising a brow and throwing a challenge right back.]
Oh yeah? Then show me how it's done, smartass.
[The ball is in your court, Vergil- you brought this on yourself.]
He should have seen this coming, honestly, and perhaps it's a testament to how absolutely furious he's been at the graffiti that he'd forgotten. But he is a son of Sparda to the core — and backing down from a challenge is not a skill he has ever obtained. ]
Do you really think I'm going to rise to such petty taunting? Foolishness, Nero.
[If it's one thing Spardas are known for, it's that they're dumbasses who don't back down from challenges. Especially when they're from another Sparda. He knows he's essentially pressing Vergil to fight with him, or do at least something, because this lull is killing them both. Even if they're human, he feels something in the back of his mind constantly pace itself like an animal, like it waits for something to happen. Waits for something or someone to arrive. His demon is just as itching for a spar as Nero is.]
Really? That's all you're gonna say about it?
[The van's engine halts, Nero turning the key and pocketing it before he gets out of the seat, swinging open the door seconds later. From inside, the handmade katana Vergil gifted him can be seen lying neatly against the wall. At least one thing is actually being taken care of properly.]
Nah, I get it, you're just scared of proving me right. [He crosses his arms, leans against the doorway.] Don't worry, old man, I won't let it bruise your pride too much.
[Gently. Poking. The demon. And giving no fucks whatsoever.]
[ He sees that katana. Don't think he doesn't. Vergil has to avert his eyes, look away for just a moment. Is he pleased? Surprised? Unclear. This is still strange for him, despite having made the attempt around what he assumed to be Christmas. He doesn't remember the last time he gave a gift, much less whether or not it was well-received; to see this one set aside nicely where it's within reach if necessary is... interesting.
Now if only he could get the boy to not let go of it and keep himself prepared. Someday, hopefully, his lessons might be taken to heart.
That's not what's important, though. What's important are the words that had come out of Nero's mouth and how they rankle.
How dare this insolent child call him scared. ]
Care to repeat that?
[ Vergil's voice is low, dangerous as he stalks up to his son. ]
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There is still paint in the floorboards I'm expecting one of you to attend to, by the way.
Why?
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just fyi
figured I'd check to see if you're home before I came
got something to show you
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And what is that?
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but youll see
[About maybe five minutes later, Vergil will hear the sound of something that V would know- the unmistakeable honk of a van's horn. Nico and Nero's van, to be exact- and when Vergil steps outside, he'll hear the engine thrumming as if she'd never missed a beat after being unable to work for almost six months.
Nero rolls down the window, honking the horn again.]
Get in old man, we're going for a ride.
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Instead, there's a shudder down his spine, an almost vestigial distaste for the sounds he hears. He knows what that is. And when he steps outside, Vergil frowns. ]
You must be joking.
How?
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And honestly, he laughs at his father's incredulity, finding it way too amusing.]
Worked on her for a hell of a long time. Frigg also might've helped a little too.
[A moment.] Come on. It's been a long time for you, might as well get reacquainted with her.
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[ Still. He makes no move to come closer, instead crossing his arms over his chest and frowning at the vehicle. ]
And why, pray tell, would I want to do that?
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[Oh, so we're gonna play it like this, huh. There's a snort of amusement, and he parks the van, because now it's about two stubborn wills going against each other.]
Maybe because you need to get the stick out of your ass and have some fun? It's not gonna kill you, old man. Learn to live a little.
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[ Maybe, just maybe, it's a bit of a smug sound there. Stubbornness does absolutely run in the family, and if Vergil is a little bit proud of that? He's never going to say it where anyone can hear him, okay. ]
I'm not that old. And I know plenty of ways to have fun. You'll forgive me if a vehicle neither you nor your friend can drive properly is far from my idea of such.
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So when there's a rebuttal of his offer, he can't help but throw out a familiar shit-eating grin, raising a brow and throwing a challenge right back.]
Oh yeah? Then show me how it's done, smartass.
[The ball is in your court, Vergil- you brought this on yourself.]
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He should have seen this coming, honestly, and perhaps it's a testament to how absolutely furious he's been at the graffiti that he'd forgotten. But he is a son of Sparda to the core — and backing down from a challenge is not a skill he has ever obtained. ]
Do you really think I'm going to rise to such petty taunting? Foolishness, Nero.
Try harder.
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Really? That's all you're gonna say about it?
[The van's engine halts, Nero turning the key and pocketing it before he gets out of the seat, swinging open the door seconds later. From inside, the handmade katana Vergil gifted him can be seen lying neatly against the wall. At least one thing is actually being taken care of properly.]
Nah, I get it, you're just scared of proving me right. [He crosses his arms, leans against the doorway.] Don't worry, old man, I won't let it bruise your pride too much.
[Gently. Poking. The demon. And giving no fucks whatsoever.]
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Now if only he could get the boy to not let go of it and keep himself prepared. Someday, hopefully, his lessons might be taken to heart.
That's not what's important, though. What's important are the words that had come out of Nero's mouth and how they rankle.
How dare this insolent child call him scared. ]
Care to repeat that?
[ Vergil's voice is low, dangerous as he stalks up to his son. ]
I don't think I heard you.