Ya drank with Demons straight from Hell
Who: Schuldig (dirtyrottenliar) and Dante (h3llblade)
What: Pool and Beer, yo!
When: ...Last night around, maybe, 11? 8D
Where: In town
Rating: PG-13 for cursing most likely
Dante closed his journal and left it on the desk in his room, quickly exiting his room and locking the door behind him. Vergil had been right -for once. Christmas decorations were going up and it was going to get annoying after a while.
The elevator dinged open and he slumped against the wall inside as it went down. Laziness seemed to take over his persona in the last couple of hours. He felt oddly lethargic and dull. It might have been the cold outside and the fact that it was so fucking hot in his room, but still. It was weird. It was like he was drained of something.
Plus he hadn't been himself since Sparda showed up. For years he thought his dad was gone forever - dead like his mom - and then he just shows up out of the fucking blue? Jesus.
He sighed as the floor registered and the elevator doors opened. At least he was going to get some of this stress out tonight. He hadn't even seen anything of Schuldig's in the journal for a while. It just seemed like they hadn't hung out and that's a damn shame.
Especially since they made such good plans to kill Vergil when they got drunk.
What: Pool and Beer, yo!
When: ...Last night around, maybe, 11? 8D
Where: In town
Rating: PG-13 for cursing most likely
Dante closed his journal and left it on the desk in his room, quickly exiting his room and locking the door behind him. Vergil had been right -for once. Christmas decorations were going up and it was going to get annoying after a while.
The elevator dinged open and he slumped against the wall inside as it went down. Laziness seemed to take over his persona in the last couple of hours. He felt oddly lethargic and dull. It might have been the cold outside and the fact that it was so fucking hot in his room, but still. It was weird. It was like he was drained of something.
Plus he hadn't been himself since Sparda showed up. For years he thought his dad was gone forever - dead like his mom - and then he just shows up out of the fucking blue? Jesus.
He sighed as the floor registered and the elevator doors opened. At least he was going to get some of this stress out tonight. He hadn't even seen anything of Schuldig's in the journal for a while. It just seemed like they hadn't hung out and that's a damn shame.
Especially since they made such good plans to kill Vergil when they got drunk.