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[badasscasual]

You know what? Fuck you, City. I liked that glove.

[ooc: what, you were expecting some badass lawl-a-demon-ripped-me-to-shreds kind of wound? nah, the only thing dante's sporting is a slash to the palm of his right hand (through the leather, no less), that dear old vergil gave him when he fell into hell.]

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[devilingenuity]

[nope, leave the bloody, demon-tore-me-to-shreds thing for Vergil, knocking on Dante's apartment door and bearing the wounds given to him from his torture time in Hell >.o]

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[badasscasual]

[wtf knocking on the door? Dante does not expect knocking on the door from Vergil, he expects doing barrel rolls in through the window. So, color him a bit surprised to see Vergil on the other side. And then add about 20 other shades to go along with that, considering the state of his twin. However after the initial few awkwardly quiet seconds Dante manages to hide all that. Sorta.] Tell me you at least got the license plate of that truck.

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[devilingenuity]

[the minute the door opens, Vergil stumbles over and hits the doorframe as a base, and looks at him with just his one good eye, the huge, icky infection obvious on the other. He gives an awkward, sidesmirk at the comment (exposing some cracked and fractured teeth), before slipping on the frame due to a lot of blood on his body, and down he topples towards the floor.]

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[badasscasual]

[Seriously, it hurt just to look at him, and Dante was no stranger to injuries. The second Vergil starts to slip Dante moves after him, making to catch him, and start to help him into the apartment.] Seriously, when I tell you to go play in traffic, I'm not being serious.

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[devilingenuity]

[An audible seethe escapes him at being grabbed, but that > hitting the floor. He speaks, but it's hoarse and raw, due to severe burns/injuries across his throat.] Couldn't help myself... saw a Porsche and all...

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[badasscasual]

[He crouches down to Vergil's level, using his grip to now sling one of his brother's arms across his shoulders, then shifting his hold to Vergil's side.] Brand whore. If you want a car, all you gotta do is ask. I'm so nice, I'll even cut you a deal. [Andddd up now. The couch is close, Vergil, think you can make 20 feet or will Dante have to carry you?]

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[devilingenuity]

[He tries, Dante! He does! He's about to seethe a response as he tries to actually cooperate with his twin to get to the couch, but something in his wounded left knee gives out and with a sickening crunch, it bends awkwardly OUT and Vergil completely stumbles down and tries to release Dante so he doesn't go with him]

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[badasscasual]

[Now Vergil, you know Dante isn't going to just let you fall. Or at least he wouldn't if he had a choice. But between Vergil's stumbling and trying to let go, and the fact that he was pretty damn slippery from all the blood, it was a bit of an awkward action. So while he could normally have no problem in keeping him up, this all combined so that Dante's less-than-graceful attempts to keep a hold on Vergil ends with him landing hard on his knees, gripping his brother unceremoniously by the scruff of his coat.] ...You've officially lost walking privileges, Verg.

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[devilingenuity]

[...ow. He just covers his face with a hand and mutterspeaks at his bruddah.] Can crawl. Used to it. [Annnd... tries to weasel away from Dante to do exactly that.]

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[badasscasual]

[Nottttttt letting you get away that easily brother dearest, let alone to crawl.] What, and let you smear even MORE blood across my apartment? Fuck that. [Dante's picking you up now Vergil, and there is nothing you can do to stop him.]

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[devilingenuity]

[And a gurgle, loud intake of air is had at the movement because everything hurts, and he arches back involuntarily at the movements. He doesn't mean to, Dante! It's a reflex! A REFLEX.]

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[badasscasual]

[Yeah, yeah, SURE it is. We all know you just want to make things harder for him, admit it. You know, you're damn lucky Dante cares about you, otherwise he wouldn't be NEARLY as careful handling you, Vergil. You know how hard it is to pick up a guy who's writhing like that, and to do so gently?] So I'm just guessin', but aspirin isn't going to quite cut it, huh?

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[devilingenuity]

[Have another half-smile as Vergil relaxes a little and slumps his head forward.] No... not really. Don't worry. [The smile fades as his eyes space out.] You stop feeling all of it eventually. Stops being a mass of pain. Turns into a lot of small streaks of pain.

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[badasscasual]

[Well the half smiles and earlier humor are still encouraging. And, on the brightside, like Vergil said, at least it wasn't a mass of constant oh-god-I'm-more-injury-than-man pain? Though Dante was still exercising that care as he sets Vergil down on the couch. ...Don't mind those stains, bro, you aren't the first one to be ruining his upholstery.] That mean you'll be up to torching the deity house later, then?

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[devilingenuity]

[And, upon being set down, Vergil slips to the side and hits the cushions roughly on his side and stares out ahead of him with his one eye.] Yeah. Just a scratch. You know.

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[badasscasual]

[You do that, Vergil. Dante'll just be sitting here on the floor next to you.] Admit it, you just wanted an excuse to come over and bleed on everything.