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Characters:: Vergil Sparda (
0_nelo_angelo_0) and Dante Sparda (
thescarletdevil)
Date/Time:: Oct 19, 2007, Friday
Location:: Sparda twins' condo, city streets
Rating:: PG-13 for language, (and brief nakedness XD)
Summary:: After a long week, the twins settle down for the weekend, but Dante isn't content with peace and quiet.
Dante wondered how the hell Vergil had managed to clean the ceiling. Their condo was vast, as condos go, and the elder Sparda twin couldn't have easily gotten to the ceiling without finding some sort of ladder. As it was, their beautiful little home was about as spotless as it could get. Dante found it... irritating. He couldn't leave a single thing unattended without his eagle-eyed brother finding it in two seconds and sorting it to who-knows-where.
Thankfully, it was Friday and Dante was in no mood to go hunting for his missing pair of boots. The week had been exceptionally long and he was sure that he would have murdered someone if he had to spent one more minute under a goddamn light umbrella and getting blinded by camera flashes. Modeling was easy, for the most part, but it could grate your nerves like nothing else.
Flopping gracelessly on the sofa, Dante threw an arm over the back of the seat and used his other to search the cushions for the remote. When he didn't find it, he grunted in annoyance and flopped over the edge of the sofa, hunting on the floor and under the coffee table. "Ver," he called, hoping his brother could hear him from where he was working, "Where'd you put the damn remote?!"
0_nelo_angelo_0) and Dante Sparda (
thescarletdevil)
Date/Time:: Oct 19, 2007, Friday
Location:: Sparda twins' condo, city streets
Rating:: PG-13 for language, (and brief nakedness XD)
Summary:: After a long week, the twins settle down for the weekend, but Dante isn't content with peace and quiet.
Dante wondered how the hell Vergil had managed to clean the ceiling. Their condo was vast, as condos go, and the elder Sparda twin couldn't have easily gotten to the ceiling without finding some sort of ladder. As it was, their beautiful little home was about as spotless as it could get. Dante found it... irritating. He couldn't leave a single thing unattended without his eagle-eyed brother finding it in two seconds and sorting it to who-knows-where.
Thankfully, it was Friday and Dante was in no mood to go hunting for his missing pair of boots. The week had been exceptionally long and he was sure that he would have murdered someone if he had to spent one more minute under a goddamn light umbrella and getting blinded by camera flashes. Modeling was easy, for the most part, but it could grate your nerves like nothing else.
Flopping gracelessly on the sofa, Dante threw an arm over the back of the seat and used his other to search the cushions for the remote. When he didn't find it, he grunted in annoyance and flopped over the edge of the sofa, hunting on the floor and under the coffee table. "Ver," he called, hoping his brother could hear him from where he was working, "Where'd you put the damn remote?!"