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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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.