[ Dante doesn't expect any less. Can't have moments in this family, they have to be ruined in some way or form. What would the world come to if they got along for more than five seconds?
Instinctively he reaches up to rub his jaw at the mention of Nero, almost testing it to see if there is still any damage. ]
You know sometimes they still throb. Don't recommend getting punch by those wings of his, he's got a monster hook.
That's what I think? So then I must have imagined the last few years.
[ Now he's just intentionally being a piece of shit. Vergil hums to himself, reflects on the backhand Dante had suffered at Nero's hand. He's very quietly proud of how strong Nero was at that point, impressed by the strength he'd shown. None of them benefit from their heritage here, and he finds himself curious as to how combat between any of them would go, now. ]
Well then, you're in luck. He doesn't seem to have them here; you may not need dental work if he punches you again.
You must have, don't remember you around the last few years.
[ It comes out a little sharper than intended, so much so that Dante feels himself flinch. He never found out what happened to Vergil after Mallet Island, figured that he was dead. He exhales, rubbing his forehead. ]
I can't express how glad my jaw is at that thought.
[ Honestly, it's tempting to just not respond. Vergil knows who he is, knows that when it comes to his Dante, his brother has a particular talent for getting under his skin. As siblings do, of course, and he fights down the petty urge to close the feed entirely.
Instead, there's a pettier way to address this, and his fingers start moving even before he realizes it. ]
[ Vergil is just as good at getting under his skin as Dante is his. The reply makes Dante pause, jaw locking up as feet fall to the floor with a heavy thud. Words start to form, instinct urging him to bite back. If this is the game Vergil wants to play... ]
Yeah, sorry about that. Figured you didn't want to be the mindless puppet of the asshole who killed our parents.
[ On instinct, Vergil stands, his book tumbling to the ground. His hands itch for his sword, to go stab his dear little brother. They can't do that though, not here. Now, there will likely be consequences, and Vergil finds himself none too eager to find out what those are.
He'd cast away the bulk of those memories when he'd cast himself away. But he hasn't forgotten everything, and in fact it is the reason he is still awake at this hour, the reason he sleeps so lightly and so little.
In lieu of storming his brother's room and stabbing him where he sits, Vergil settles for pacing around the little shop he's claimed, Yamato clasped tight in his hand. And if he checks the locks on the doors and windows, no one else but him will know.
It takes a while, close to fifteen minutes before he feels calm enough to respond. ]
[ Fifteen minutes Dante spends staring at his door, Ebony and Ivory sitting comfortably in his lap. He knows Vergil, know how exactly he'd react and some part of Dante can't help but think 'good, get angry'. Can't help but wish for the door to burst open and a flash of blue to come barrelling his way.
It doesn't, surprisingly, and for a brief moment he's impressed that his brother managed to stay his hand. Only for a moment, however, before his mood returns to being sour. ]
Why? What are you going to do about it, Vergil? Come over and stab me again?
We've stabbed each other plenty of times over the years.
[ As children, atop the Temen-ni-gru, on Mallet Island, during their "reunion" on the Qliphoth. Why should this be any different? In fact, hadn't he been the one to awaken Dante's latent abilities by stabbing him? It's in their nature. ]
Now I'm just curious. Are you more pissed about me reminding your stint with the Last King of Hell? Or is it because I kicked your ass again?
[ There are things here Dante doesn't want to talk about, things he'd much rather ignore. Naturally that means he has to bang on the cage of a sleeping lion with a fresh slab of meat. He could just cut the feed, ignore Vergil until he feels like talking to him again, but will he? No.
No, he'd rather this. Rather be angry and make Vergil angry in turn. ]
He should just ignore any further notifications. Turn the thing off, make another attempt at sleep. Never mind that he wouldn't be able to sleep even if he tried, not now.
Briefly, it occurs to Vergil that he should have enjoyed his previous time here more thoroughly. It had been so much more peaceful. ]
Do not think that just because we're human here, I won't still kill you.
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[ Dante doesn't expect any less. Can't have moments in this family, they have to be ruined in some way or form. What would the world come to if they got along for more than five seconds?
Instinctively he reaches up to rub his jaw at the mention of Nero, almost testing it to see if there is still any damage. ]
You know sometimes they still throb. Don't recommend getting punch by those wings of his, he's got a monster hook.
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[ Now he's just intentionally being a piece of shit. Vergil hums to himself, reflects on the backhand Dante had suffered at Nero's hand. He's very quietly proud of how strong Nero was at that point, impressed by the strength he'd shown. None of them benefit from their heritage here, and he finds himself curious as to how combat between any of them would go, now. ]
Well then, you're in luck. He doesn't seem to have them here; you may not need dental work if he punches you again.
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[ It comes out a little sharper than intended, so much so that Dante feels himself flinch. He never found out what happened to Vergil after Mallet Island, figured that he was dead. He exhales, rubbing his forehead. ]
I can't express how glad my jaw is at that thought.
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Instead, there's a pettier way to address this, and his fingers start moving even before he realizes it. ]
My point exactly. Neither do I.
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Yeah, sorry about that. Figured you didn't want to be the mindless puppet of the asshole who killed our parents.
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He'd cast away the bulk of those memories when he'd cast himself away. But he hasn't forgotten everything, and in fact it is the reason he is still awake at this hour, the reason he sleeps so lightly and so little.
In lieu of storming his brother's room and stabbing him where he sits, Vergil settles for pacing around the little shop he's claimed, Yamato clasped tight in his hand. And if he checks the locks on the doors and windows, no one else but him will know.
It takes a while, close to fifteen minutes before he feels calm enough to respond. ]
Watch your words, Dante.
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It doesn't, surprisingly, and for a brief moment he's impressed that his brother managed to stay his hand. Only for a moment, however, before his mood returns to being sour. ]
Why? What are you going to do about it, Vergil? Come over and stab me again?
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[ As children, atop the Temen-ni-gru, on Mallet Island, during their "reunion" on the Qliphoth. Why should this be any different? In fact, hadn't he been the one to awaken Dante's latent abilities by stabbing him? It's in their nature. ]
I'll admit that I'm sorely tempted.
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[ There are things here Dante doesn't want to talk about, things he'd much rather ignore. Naturally that means he has to bang on the cage of a sleeping lion with a fresh slab of meat. He could just cut the feed, ignore Vergil until he feels like talking to him again, but will he? No.
No, he'd rather this. Rather be angry and make Vergil angry in turn. ]
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[ Childish? Yes. Does he care? No.
He should just ignore any further notifications. Turn the thing off, make another attempt at sleep. Never mind that he wouldn't be able to sleep even if he tried, not now.
Briefly, it occurs to Vergil that he should have enjoyed his previous time here more thoroughly. It had been so much more peaceful. ]
Do not think that just because we're human here, I won't still kill you.
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[ Very childish, but they are beyond caring.
Dante stands with the sound of shuffling fabric, collecting his guns and sword before leaving. He's not dragging this place into their argument. ]
Ha, I doubt you still got in it you.
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Since you ask so nicely, I'll be happy to oblige.
Ten minutes. Don't be late.
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[ He shouldn't be so excited, but he is. ]
Last one there is a rotten egg.
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[ It's you, Dante, you're the rotten egg. ]
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[ He's out!! He's going!! See you there jerk face. ]