Hm hm hmm hm hm hmmmm~.

[It's Valentine's morning and Eva has been in the kitchen for quite some time baking up a storm. She's surrounded by baking sheets and pie pans, flour streaking her blond hair and red apron. She looks to be in a fantastic mood though, alternating between happily filling a pie crust with fresh strawberries and slices of apple ( Read more... )

[Eva does not look happy. In fact she looks downright pissed.]

Vergil, this isn't funny. [The video moves from her face to her door, which is open but it's very much blocked by a desk, a mattress covered in blue sheets and who knows what else behind it. A certain blue devil (and possibly a red one too) thought it would be a brilliant idea to ( Read more... )

[As the feed turns on, it's quite obvious that Dante just can't seem to be able to sleep alone now-a-days. He's curled up beside a very familiar blond in what appears to be a very limited amount of space. He's holding her close and seems to be fast asleep, that snoring is an obvious show of it when the annoying ringing from the communicator on the ( Read more... )

[The feed begins with a very perplexed-looking Eva shielding her eyes against the light with her hand.] When did it get so bright out? Hm, it must just be the glare. Now, Dante, let's take a loo at that skinned knee- [She stops. There's no sniffling Dante clinging to her skirt or Vergil insisting it wasn't his fault.] Vergil? Dante? Boys, you know ( Read more... )