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Voice; un: darkSlayer
WHO: Vergil Vittore and You
WHERE: Libra App
WHEN: BACKDATED to 4/3, before the metaverse stuff starts.
WHAT: Vergil giving a polite ask to bring him things but also stop bothering him
WARNINGS: none, will update if needed.
[ A voice yet unfamiliar to those on the Libra App will cut in at some point in the late evening, the sound of a throat being cleared, making sure his voice would be properly audible when he gets his message out on this... Libra App. Thing. ]
I hope your evening finds you well. For those who do not recognise me, by either the picture that this strange app has seen fit to take of me, or my voice, my name is Vergil Vittore. Mr. Vittore, for those who aren't well aquainted with me, please.
I am the owner and runner of Auguries of Innocence down within Shopping Street. Many of you may recognise the shop, newly opened about two, perhaps three weeks ago as a place to buy and sell magical or non-magical artifacts of interest--usually my interest, at this point, but I digress.
I am aware of the plight that has happened to the city in recent with this App--it is part of the reason I have sought not to use it thus far, and half because I've been too busy for something like social interaction over social media while I established my shop in this city.
But, to the point.
1. Stop coming into my shop and asking to borrow, buy, or rent my rare weaponry or defensive items for your own needs. As the sign says, these items are antiques or for display only, and I'm very exasperated at this point at many beings' attempts to come and try to curry something rare off me with the argument of 'but I need it.' You do not. It is mine.
2. No, I will not be joining anyone in your odd foray into the unknown dangers of whatever it is that plights this city. Yes, it does concern me and yes, I am aware that it affects me too. However, I am a collector, not a fighter. So I'm not willing to risk my very mortal life for some act of heroism just because I have an arsenal of interesting weaponry at my disposal.
And 3. , I suppose, I will take this time to mention that yes, if you have any items of interest, you may indeed bring them to my shop and I will appraise them either for your own interest or, perhaps if I'm interested in buying them. I likewise buy old books and paintings, so I'm in the market for those as well--once again, so long as it interests me.
That is all.
Goodluck with your forays, and stop bothering me. And have a good evening.
WHERE: Libra App
WHEN: BACKDATED to 4/3, before the metaverse stuff starts.
WHAT: Vergil giving a polite ask to bring him things but also stop bothering him
WARNINGS: none, will update if needed.
[ A voice yet unfamiliar to those on the Libra App will cut in at some point in the late evening, the sound of a throat being cleared, making sure his voice would be properly audible when he gets his message out on this... Libra App. Thing. ]
I hope your evening finds you well. For those who do not recognise me, by either the picture that this strange app has seen fit to take of me, or my voice, my name is Vergil Vittore. Mr. Vittore, for those who aren't well aquainted with me, please.
I am the owner and runner of Auguries of Innocence down within Shopping Street. Many of you may recognise the shop, newly opened about two, perhaps three weeks ago as a place to buy and sell magical or non-magical artifacts of interest--usually my interest, at this point, but I digress.
I am aware of the plight that has happened to the city in recent with this App--it is part of the reason I have sought not to use it thus far, and half because I've been too busy for something like social interaction over social media while I established my shop in this city.
But, to the point.
1. Stop coming into my shop and asking to borrow, buy, or rent my rare weaponry or defensive items for your own needs. As the sign says, these items are antiques or for display only, and I'm very exasperated at this point at many beings' attempts to come and try to curry something rare off me with the argument of 'but I need it.' You do not. It is mine.
2. No, I will not be joining anyone in your odd foray into the unknown dangers of whatever it is that plights this city. Yes, it does concern me and yes, I am aware that it affects me too. However, I am a collector, not a fighter. So I'm not willing to risk my very mortal life for some act of heroism just because I have an arsenal of interesting weaponry at my disposal.
And 3. , I suppose, I will take this time to mention that yes, if you have any items of interest, you may indeed bring them to my shop and I will appraise them either for your own interest or, perhaps if I'm interested in buying them. I likewise buy old books and paintings, so I'm in the market for those as well--once again, so long as it interests me.
That is all.
Goodluck with your forays, and stop bothering me. And have a good evening.
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but none of this is normal, is it?
still, he manages to collect himself after a moment as vergil talks about how he knows him and he doesn't, letting go despite everything inside of him saying not to─ if you let go he'll be gone again, you'll lose him again, he'll leave again. ]
Sorry, [ it comes out sheepish, shaggy hair falling to shield his face as he ducks slightly, taking a painful step back. ] I barely understand any of this shit myself, I...
[ fuck, he didn't sign up to be the one to explain this. ]
You're my brother, twin brother. [ a beat. ] Or you were, I guess, in a past life.
[ by how his brow furrows, his gaze flicks from vergil to a random nearby object, by how he flinches as the words pass his lips, it is clear that hurts dante to say─ to even acknowledge. ]
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Why did most of it involve blood, the stinging of steel as it drove through muscle and bone, sinew and sein, repeatedly as if the painful strikes didn't leave any damage, only pain?
It's the main part of his confusion. There's familiarity here, but why is it saddled with...
Guilt?
He doesn't understand it, and he's not sure if he ever will understand it. Not as he is now. He needs time to think, to sort through what thoughts he had. If he even WANTED this.
The look in this man's eyes -- eyes that nearly perfectly mirrored his own was ... desperate. Could he call it desperate?
Vergil wanted to push it away.
Vittore wants to give it a chance.
So the scales go bouncing, unable to find balance here. ]
An acquaintance of mine warned me of this, [ he begins, keeping his voice straight, but tense. ] The existence of beings who wake up to this... supernatural ability being able to remember their past selves.
...But to meet someone who claims--
[ no. no, that's not the right word, claims. he isn't claiming it; Vergil can SEE it, in his head, he KNOWS this man. And that beside... it's like looking into a mirror.
He wants, so bad to reach out and push dante's hair out of his face, to be sure. ]
...Who is my twin brother from a different life is a lot, even for me to accept, all at once.
...
How is it you know who you are. Fully. [ sorry dante he is BLISSFULLY unaware of all that isekai shit noone told him Fuck about that. ]
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he almost wishes he had brought nero with him, but that is another bag of bullshit that he is positive vergil doesn't need right now. he has his hands full enough with just dante. ]
That's understandable, really. [ he's using his unkempt hair as a shield, a security blanket to hide everything that dante knows his face is betraying. somewhere in the back of his head, he can hear vergil chiding him for this, all of it, for putting his weakness out on display for all to see. ] I really shouldn't have done that, not really the sort to just go around hugging people...
[ once, a long time ago, during a particularly rough patch of his life, he had hugged trish. not because of part of him saw his mother in her, but simply because he needed the contact because he trusted her not to say anything and sit with him in silence for a while. ]
Uh, that, well. [ he shifts his weight, crossing his arms across his chest. ] Not sure. One moment I was with you, [ he chooses not to mention the demon world, or anything pertaining it. ] Next thing I know I was in some weird sort of labyrinth. I walked around for a while before coming out here.
Apparently it happens sometimes.
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so here they are, laying out on the floor of his antiques shop like pools of blood that won't soon dry, and he's going to walk in them and leave footprints all over his soul until there's no containing them anymore. ]
No. You most certainly should have thought before embracing me. It was-- [ not unpleasant, but confusing, he'd reached for a FUCKING SWORD to put through you for the act, and that's the most horrifying thing to him?? ]
Were it not for the fact that I am someone who understands the existence of magic, I may well have tried to defend myself in a way that could have had you leaving my shop in an ambulance. Foolishness. Do you not think before you act?
[ he sighs, reaching a hand up to drag it through silvery locks of hair before his focus is back on Dante. ]
...This is the first I've heard of it. Labyrinths and showing up out of nowhere. Are you from Kaisou itself? What happened to the 'me' that was with you.
Perhaps he is still in this world somewhere.
...
Or perhaps he isn't, given the existence of 'reincarnations.' Past lives.
I do not have enough information here. My memories are... frantic.
They do not paint any of this in a positive light. And yet you...
[ he's frustrated about it. ]
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You'll find I'm a hard guy to put down, Verg. [ it's the only thing he has left to him at the moment, devil arms aside ─ though he can't help but feel relieved that vergil didn't try to strike him down at the embrace. it'd be harder to explain all of this if vergil got to bare witness to dante take the blow like it was nothing, healing immediately after. ] You'd have to do a lot to send me out in an ambulance.
[ still, some part of him wishes he had. that primal, demonic side of him craves violence, and wants nothing more than the clash together in a mess of blades, teeth, and claws. it's how they talk after all. ]
No? I'm from a city called Redgrave, don't think it's anywhere on the map here. Think it's on another version of earth? Like I said, I don't know the details. [ and he honestly doesn't want the details. ]
Look, [ tension rises in his again, slouching, head ducking forehead so that his mess of hair shields his face. ] We've had a rocky relationship. A lot of things have happened over the years but that has never, ever changed the fact that you're my brother. You only ever wanted the strength to protect the things important to you, it's just that you went about it the wrong way. We clashed a lot because of it. But that doesn't change anything, you're still my brother and I still... [ love you. ]
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At the same time, he knows it'll be useless. So he doesn't waste his breath.
He blinks twice as the other mentions it'd be hard to put him in an ambulance, and he does have to think about that. One of those memories--fighting, in... the rain, on some type of... cathedral? Going blow for blow with a blade that's too dexterous in his fingers for how clumsy he actually was with weapons.
Steel cutting into him but somehow, not leaving a mark, despite the blood spilled.
He's... tempted to test it, but. At the same time he doesn't feel like snatching up a letter opener off his desk to stab dante just on some ... crazy desire that's in his belly.
Why is it there.
Why was the thought of stabbing Dante so casual? He wants that to go away, soon, please.
Especially when Dante's standing there, basically telling him that he cared about him.
It isn't as if Vittore didn't have people who cared about him before. He had a pretty well-adjusted upbringing, despite his choice to be an isolated edgy teen--he'd been a single child with two great parents.
But having a brother... this was new.
And having a brother that his emotions for are rocky and saddled with guilt and--oh that's a new one, jealousy?? oh that emotion needs to go away and quick. ]
...I'm your brother, and you care about me.
[ you can tell he's flustered because he's using contractions. ]
So that's the reality of the situation.
I'm someone you know.
I have fragmented memories that I've no idea how to manage.
And I'm just going to continue to remember. For better or for worse.
[ he's not looking away from dante, despite how... odd this has all become. ]
So what will you do from here. [ is he just going to go away now
do they just
continue life like this didnt happen, or
what ]
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how pathetic that dante couldn't even finish the sentence himself, words stalling in his mouth. they've never had to actually say it out loud, after all, his feelings were always conveyed in his actions, in the clash of blades against one another. in how easily he jumped off the top of that stupid tree straight into hell itself. there's been no need for words, but now? the dynamic isn't the same, it's awkward and stilted and dante has to speak more than he would honestly like, has to lay himself out bare of the taking. it's uncomfortable. a level of vulnerability he isn't used to displaying, that he can hear vergil chiding him for in the back of his mind. ]
Yeah.
[ no matter what nothing will change that fact in the end, no matter how many times dante is pushed aside, no matter how many times he has to take a blade to vergil's chest. he's still dante's brother, still his twin, still his other half. ]
You've nailed it right on the head.
[ dante feels almost small under the weight of his gaze, feels weak─ weaker than he already is. he doesn't shrink from it, however, the stubborn streak present in both twins on full display. ]
Dunno, depends. [ he doesn't want to just leave, there is a large part of him that fears if he turns around and leaves this place that vergil will disappear and he'll be on his own again. that he will lose him again. dante shrugs, trying his best to seem almost flippant when he is anything but. ] If you want me to give you space, I'll do that. This... I know it's a fucking lot and I don't want to push anymore on you than I already have.
[ ask me to stay, don't push me away. dante swallows around the lump in his throat, fingers tigthening around his own arms. ]
It's all you, Vergil, whatever you decide. I'll go if you want me to go, or I'll stay if you want me to stay. Regardless I'm... [ he exhales, he feels tired all of a sudden. ] I'm here if you need me. For anything.
[ if nero is right, things might go from bad to worse for vergil soon and the only person who'll be able to walk him through it is dante. ]
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Not that he's any good at baring himself out, he's never been an outwardly emotional person, even in this lifetime--some traits just transcend lifetimes, it seems--but. There's something here, and it's... not going to go away, he feels.
Not when Dante confirms what he said, with a pained look on his face, still halfway hiding behind his long bangs of hair.
...he's going to suggest he cuts it, soon, he swears.
He takes a moment to breathe as the man agrees to give him space, to not push. And it's at this point that Vergil sets to pace. Circling his desk to snatch up his phone.
He's going to take a moment to shoot the only person with any fucking INSIGHT on this an important question before he speaks again. August, fortunately being a social media addict, responds in rapid timing--and while its not the answer part of his brain wanted, it settles his decision in the slowly moulding clay that was going to set his life in pottery soon. He puts the phone down, and turns to face dante again. ]
I have a spare bedroom, upstairs. [ he starts, his eyes not... quite looking at Dante, more like his gaze was set above his head. ] Now that this has started, I feel chasing you away is... not going to get me any answers.
And besides that, you look feral, and in desperate need of a haircut. While I have no sense of charity, I also am not the type to turn my back on something... interesting that shows up at my desk. [ he's trying to pick through his words so carefully, and yet, they're already a trainwreck. ]
Just mind that the bedroom was put together with my dear Cousin in mind, so it may not be to your taste. That is something you will have to figure out for yourself, if you decide you wish to use it. Have it.
I put the ball in your court. Dante.
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are there people vergil can lean on? people he trusts and confides in? it's a weird thought, one that stirs something ugly and jealous in his chest that dante has to force back down. they only had each other, after all, even as they fought and clashed and spilled blood, they only had each other. it's difficult not to feel jealous of them, of these people vergil goes to for advice, for anything, of these people that aren't dante.
there is a sigh of relief when vergil puts the phone down, gaze directed at him but definitely not looking at him. that annoys him a little, and mixes with the sour taste of jealousy stubbornly clinging to his tongue. but it doesn't show, any of it, dante's expression remains impartial, hidden by his hair, as his twin's words settle on him.
he's not chasing dante off, as much as dante half expected him to, he's offering him a room. the commentary on his looks, his hair, go utterly ignored in favor of that one thing, in favor of being told he can stay. he puffs out a laugh, breathy, relieved, mouth curving up into an easy smile. this is... well, it's a better outcome than he thought it would be than he hoped it would be. ]
My hair is fine, thank you. [ no, it is definitely too long, although he has found himself almost fond of the length now. ] But I'll take you up on that offer.
[ he would have forced his way in before long anyway. ]
Cousin, huh? You're going to have to tell me about this family of yours sometime.
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he can't tell the man is struggling with a slight sense of vain jealousy so he remains blissfully unaware of it. Part of him wondering if he made the right choice in offering to let the man stay. August said the memories wouldn't stop, even if he chose to throw dante out, in vain hope that the nearly ambient pangs of guilt in his chest when looking at the man would go away.
That the desire to taunt him, to toy with him--and worst of all, the desire to throw the man through the front window and then chase him down the road with a blade in his hand was...
Not going to go away. Anytime soon.
So his conclusion was, he needed to keep the man around until he understood better. So he could control these feelings better. Because they couldn't be normal.
What kind of relationship did he have with Dante that had him wanting to hurt him?
Wanting to hurt him
While Dante's first move was to embrace him like a long lost friend?
No, he needs answers and therefore. Marianne's bedroom was now going to belong to this too-long-haired cowboy of a man. ]
It isn't. You have my face, and you're going to go around looking like some sort of wildman who has not seen society in a few months. [ he has no fucking idea.
He's going to move around dante, to the front door of the shop. Flip the sign, to closed--and lock the door before jerking his head for the man to follow him. Around to the side room, there's a set of stairs that lead up to the apartment.
...It's immaculately clean, simple in design and holds... even more display items upstairs that aren't even being shown off for sale. Several different types of weapons hanging off the walls--a giant shield here, a set of throwing knives set in a frame there--
And there's the low sound of classical music coming from what seems to be a too-clean kitchen that's never seen use. ]
Cousin, yes. She's the only member of my family I have any sort of relationship with, so don't get too excited.
I've always been more of the solitary type; focused on bettering myself rather than to fuss too much with socializing as much as my father did.
[ your brother is still a lonely loser, turns out. ]
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he can live with that even as it digs another blade deep into his chest and twists.
dante falls in step with him without hesitation, up the stairs he takes two at a time, into the apartment. it's... well it is very vergil. immaculately clean, items displayed on the wall, low classical music coming from the kitchen. he has to laugh at how familiar it feels, how he feels the tension drain from his limbs the longer he spends here. it's nice. ]
Well, I mean, you're not wrong. Got my ass kicked so hard I took a month-long nap, couldn't really get my hair cut in that time. [ it didn't help that his hairdresser (it's trish, she cuts his hair) was also out of the picture at the time. ] I kinda like the length, sets us apart you know? Can't have people walking around thinking I'm you. That's just insulting.
[ it's easy to fall back into ribbing vergil, regardless of the awkwardness that still hangs heavily in the air. ]
Guess some things don't change, huh? You've always been a loner.
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Even if encroaching memories are starting to invade the space where his more recent life had settled previously.
He takes a moment to turn towards Dante once they're in the porch, and point down at the floor. ]
...Boots off. If you are the type to need to wear footwear inside, I will allow you to use a pair of my slippers.
...If we are truly twins, mine should fit you.
[ he'll take a moment to kick his own shoes off--oxfords, of course--before starting into the apartment, towards where the bedrooms were.
they'll pass his own--minimalistic with most of the bedclothes and curtains a dark blue in colour, a computer that he likely doesn't spend much time on at a white desk.
Dante there's more bookshelves than other furniture in this goddamn house. ]
Who naps for an entire month. Either you truly are a marvel of a human being, or you mean you went into a coma. In such a case, I do have to wonder who--
[ ...there's an image of an insect-like ... monster? jagged red wings, glowing eyes, spiralling horns...
Vergil pauses in the hall for a moment. Then continues walking. He changes the line of speech. ] Keep it long.
God forbid one of my professional business associates see you and have the panic that I let myself go.
[ ...he'll rib the man back. fucking get it, you--...
He stops in front of the second bedroom.
It's plain. White, with pink curtains. And a very lacy, effeminately-patterned bedspread, with a fluffy pink bathrobe hanging off a hook next to an empty chest of drawers. ]
And as loner, I enjoy my quiet time.
Will that be a problem for you, dear brother. [ there's... dripping sarcasm that comes out of his throat, so easily. ]
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Slippers? What are you, an eighty-year-old man?
[ they step inside and dante scoffs, sparing a glance at vergil's bedroom as they go. yeah, he expected as much. it amuses him how much of vergil there really is in the place, even if he's a little warmer than dante remembers. he likes it, feels like he can press a little more on the boundaries than normal. he shouldn't, of course, but being the younger of the two isn't it his job to press those boundaries as much as humanly possible? besides, he has almost twenty years worth of annoying to catch up on. ]
I'd tell you, but I feel like that is another can of worms you really don't want to be opening up just yet. [ there is a pause and dante sees a twitch in his expression, a memory likely though dante can't tell which one. it has him curious, honestly. ] I'd rather not people mistake me for having a stick so far up my ass it's coming out of my head, so yeah I'll keep it long.
[ they stop and dante pokes his head into the room, at first glance it doesn't look like much, but then his gaze finds the curtains, then the bedspread, and then the robe. immediately he feels something of a fight or flight response, the familiar screech of patty's voice scratching at the back of his head. oh, that girl is going to be pissed at him when he finally gets back. ]
Not at all. [ it's said through gritted teeth, gaze snapping towards vergil as he jabs aggressively at the bedspread. ] Hope you're not attached to that shit, because I'm gonna burn it.
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Vittore isn't the man Dante remembers, and yet, despite the fact that he's reincarnated into a new man, with a new life--he's retained at least part of it. As if life had given him a second chance, a refresh due to how cruelly his first life had gone.
He he'll cast a glance at dante. Then away, into the terrible room that the man is now announcing he'll burn the bedclothes in. His face is nothing less than annoyed--but honestly, the other should be used to that by now. ]
Do not burn my things. Place it away, in one of the drawers, you fool.
If you wish to buy new sheets or ... clothing, because it looks as if you have been wearing that outfit for about three months. I will allow you a stipend to go and do so.
...In return, you can watch the shop for me. As well as explain to me some of these visions I am having, because they border on the insane.
There is no rush in it.
... It is merely the first night. I am certain I will need a few more to get my head straight about this reincarnation business before I am ready to understand why I keep having the unpleasant desire to strike you between the ribs with a weapon that is missing from my side.
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[ dante rolls his eyes again, giving the garishly pink parts of the room an almost disgusted look before he shifts to lean on the doorframe, arms crossed across his chest again. okay, fine, yes he definitely looks like he has spent at least the last three months in the same outfit, that month-long nap is partly to blame as is the happening of the underworld not having any washing machines to clean the demon blood out of his damn socks. he isn't at fault for any of that! but he swallows that argument down, and puts it aside for another day.
he doesn't want to overwhelm vergil any more than he already has. ]
You know, that doesn't sound like that bad of an arrangement. I get somewhere to sleep, an allowance, and all I gotta do is answer some questions and watch your store. [ it still blows his mind that he has a store. ] Easy.
[ something in him soften then, the smile on his face relaxing into something far more real, less forced on and he uncrosses his arms to clap the other man on his shoulder. ]
Don't worry about that one too much, it's not as bad as you think it is. But take all the time you need, it's looking like we've got a lot of it to work with. When you're ready I'll answer whatever questions you have.
[ fingers squeeze vergil's shoulder tightly before falling away, giving him space again. ]
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You should be so blessed. I have yet to hear a thank you. [ ...why does the banter come so easily off his tongue? He doesn't banter, not with anyone. most of his professional conversations feel like contracts or essays. This is strange. ] Do you even know how to run a store. I will likely have to train you, less you do something foolish with any of my priceless stock.
[ he waves a hand a little, and then... sets his gaze to almost piercing on his new... roommate. what the hell? ]
I have no idea how you can bald-facedly stand there and say something like that. Ordinarily, the idea of wanting to cut someone open with any sort of weapon is barbaric--not to mention borderline sociopathic.
[ like seriously dante please realise that normal people dont actually talk via weaponry.
He doesn't pull away from the small show of affection; the hand on his shoulder. ...He's trying to get used to it, he is. Even if his expression says he's really, really not sure what to do with all of this. ]
...Have you any allergies. [ he needs something else to think about here, that isn't swords and claws and teeth and ]
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[ nevermind that he is constantly in debt, that he takes jobs for free a lot of the time, that he depends on morrison to more or less handle the more operational parts. none of that really matters he knows what he is doing, and that is what matters.
he shrugs, laughing the comment off. sure, he can see how someone on the outside would listen to what he's saying and find it near impossible to understand but it's... well it's fine. it's how things have always been. he isn't helping by casually dismissing the memories that keep flicking across vergil's face, but how else is he supposed to address it without addressing the giant elephant in the room.
you know, the one where they aren't human.
except right now vergil is very human, painfully human. if his senses weren't so filled with cotton he is sure he would be able to smell how human vergil is and the demon in his veins would salivate from it. ]
None that I know of, never really been sick before either. Why?
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...Oof. that's another memory he needs to double-blink away. ]
Well, that certainly saves me the trouble, then. Though now my thoughts wonder to what sort of shop someone with your ... ...sense of style runs. [ he hesitated so hard on saying something ruder. you can see the fight in his eyes. ]
I ask because I cook my own meals. And if you are to be staying here, I suppose I will be cooking for you as well.
I don't want to hear you be a picky eater, but allergies I would avoid.
Good to know. [ youre gonna eat so much green shit ]
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We're going to have to shelve that for another day, it's a long story.
[ vergil, he appreciates the hesitation though a part of him cannot help but wish he had said something ruder. that chained up part of him that desperately wants the violence.
the next words cause a small "huh" to pass his lips, eyes wide and blinking rapidly. vergil, cooking for him? how... painfully domestic. ]
Can't say I'm the most picky eater. [ that's a lie, even eva had trouble feeding him his greens back in the day. ] But I'm curious to see how good of a cook you are.
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do not waste good ink and paper on such a childish fucking thing you actual 12 year old ]
Very well. I will put that much trust in you to explain it one day, but not today. [ he doesn't put his trust in anyone ever, and it feels alien and weird to say it to someone who has his own face. ... he's really gonna need some time to process this. ]
Oh, are you not. Very well, you just struck me as someone who struggled to eat their greens. [ or maybe that was just another small bubble of a memory not quite fully formed in his head but ambiently there. he's starting to not be able to tell anymore. ] I am no professional, but I am certain I am better than you would expect.
...I am going to go close up shop for today.
I trust you to behave yourself until then. [ he's ... got his phone in his hand again. ]
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Good. [ better that he processes this first lot of things before dante starts down the road of informing him of their actual heritage─ a heritage that he currently does not share, for better or for worse. that he isn't sure he knows how to feel about it, both glad and almost upset in equal parts. vergil had always been the prouder of the two when it came to their demonic heritage, always the one who urged dante to lean into it rather than his human side.
dante shakes his head a little, pushing aside the thoughts, gaze flicking up to vergil again only for his nose to wrinkle up slightly. ]
If you're gonna try force feed me salads, we might have a problem. [ he suddenly has a deep, sinking, feeling in his gut. like he is going to be returning to those war-torn days of their mother finding creative ways of making dante eat his greens. it leaves him with an ache in his chest and something fond on his lips. ] Alright, you've got me intrigued.
Yeah, yeah. Just let me know if you need a hand with anything.
[ because he has been doing literally nothing but sitting on his and it's making him antsy. ]
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[ his gaze is down on his phone for the moment, tapping quickly on it with a vexed look on his face before he's flicking that catlike gaze back onto his ... new roommate. brother. whatever it was supposed to be--both? with a bit of a chuckle that rumbles deep in his chest. it's almost an amused sound--almost a cruel sound as the other already protests the idea of salad. ]
I'm from Italy, Dante. If you do not eat something green with every meal, you're in trouble already. [ those war-torn days are coming back to you. prepare your maw for weekly spinach and spring greens, just get used to the idea now. ]
...I will let you know. For now, just. ...Get used to the house. Do not break anything. Or I will find a way to make you pay for it.
[ and with that, he's going to turn and walk down the hall. Time to go back down to re-open the shop for the rest of today's hours and... sort through all the memories he's gone through.
...but not before pitching his phone across his desk with a loud THUD after slamming it off.
The lash of anger probably isn't Dante's fault.
Probably. ]