Hearing his twin calling him, Vergil was tempted to ignore him. Sadly he didn't.
"On the entertainment center where it belongs Dante, where else?" even though he wasn't in the same room, that came with an eye roll. Really if his brother even thought about it, he'd realize how stupid he was. Or if he some how would get off his lazy rear he could go look for it and find it without bothering him. It was amazing how his twin had eyes and he didn't use them... except when scoping out a slice of hot pizza.
"And Dante my name is Vergil. VER-GIL. Not Ver. If you don't want me to start calling you Dan then I'd advise you use my proper name." he added, folding the last of their clothes he'd just dried. It annoyed him to no end when Dante used a nickname when speaking to him. His name wasn't that long, he didn't see why he had to shorten it anymore. It was just another way of his brother being lazy.
"You know, someone with common sense would have put it where its most needed --next to the sofa," Dante shot back with a pout, heaving himself off the sofa and making his way to the entertainment center. After a moment of wondering which remote it was that he needed, he finally grabbed a handful and made his way back to the sofa, plopping back on to it with even less grace than before. After trying two remotes, he found one that didn't turn on the damn stereo system and sat back with a happy sigh as the flat screen TV (one of the best things Vergil's ever bought, Dante decided) turned itself on.
Then he frowned. "What the fuck, where 'Jackass'?!? I don't care about fucking baseball!!" He scowled at the TV in irritation and promptly turned it off, tossing the remote to the other end of the sofa and hanging his head over the back of the couch. "Ver... Can you stop with the paperwork for a while? Its Friday night and I'm so bored."
"It'll be good for you to move a bit Dante, stop gripping." Vergil commented, folding the last shirt and setting it on the pile he'd made. Picking the clothes up he walked into the living room to stand next to the couch, plopping the pile into his brother's lap.
"I wasn't working on paperwork nitwit, I was doing some necessary laundry as you seem to dirty all your clothes in a day I swear." he grumbled, moving over to the other end of the couch to pick up the remote Dante had tossed, putting back where it had been on the entertainment center.
"And if you're so bored Dan you should do something. Like help CLEAN."
Dante looked at his brother, then at his laundry, then back to his brother like he had just been given his death sentence. "Dude, every time I try folding clothes you always say I suck at it and take it back to do it yourself. Not my fault you're a control freak." He ducked his head in case he was going to get smacked and scamped out from under his brother's arm, hurrying to his room with his bundle of clothes. Judging by the quick opening and closing of his dresser shelf, he probably just dumped his armful in there and didn't bother to set it up correctly.
A moment later, Dante reemerged from the darkness of his room with a red key twirling on his index finger and a red coat (yes, an actual article of clothing for the top half of his body) slung over one shoulder. "Fine, I'll call you GIL instead, since you hate 'Ver' so much. Wanna go for a ride?"
Vergil's towel, either by skill or chance, hit Dante straight in the face. "Oi!" he called, tossing the cloth back and watching with dismay as his brother stormed off in an angry rage. Vergil had been SERIOUS, hadn't he? Fuck, I just HAD to go and ruin the moment. Mom would have bitch-slapped me if she knew. "Ver! Hey! I'm sorry!"
Spontaneously, Dante scrambled out of the tub and reached out to grab his brother's shirt, but his arm and leg immediately screamed in protest and he felt himself falling before it even registered in his brain. With a painful 'oof', he flopped gracelessly back into the tub in a tangle of shampoo bubbles, long limbs and white hair. For the second time that night, his head connected painfully with the tiled wall and he clutched it as he sank into the water, groaning in a rather pitiful way. That... was probably not the best idea I've ever tried to pull off. "Ver..." he called through his dizziness, "Ver, come back... Ow... DAMN IT..."
If the entire bathroom didn't get showered with water as his brother fell back in, Vergil would have thought the rain had leaked through the roof. His entire back was soaked now, and he'd actually changed out of his wet clothing before getting Dante into the bath. Just lovely. Sighing heavily, Vergil turned around to go back to the tub, and his childish twin
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Dante whimpered. "Do I look like I can stand?" he growled, though there was no real malice in his tone. He looked up at Vergil sheepishly from where he was still clutching his head, though the bubbles between his fingers were now gone and his hair was sleek and washed. "...Are you going to have to dress me all week?" he asked curiously, almost afraid of the answer. Vergil was already pissed at him --what was the older twin going to do when Dante couldn't get a shirt on without twisting his arm?
Man... This week could either go really well or really badly.
"That depends... do you think you can dress yourself?" Vergil asked, though he looked skeptic. If anything Dante would just end up hurting himself even more if he tried to do... anything. Heck, he'd just have to keep him in bed for a week or something, so he wouldn't break a leg next. Vergil highly doubted his brother would like that though
( ... )
He would be more than happy to let him sleep, if Dante would let him go and change into dry clothing. There was no way he was going to be naked in bed with his equally naked brother. It was not happening... it wasn't... ever. When Dante didn't move, Vergil sighed heavily giving up. He was just as tired, but this situation was making it difficult for him to relax enough to want to sleep. With a half growl in annoyance, Vergil started to unbutton the shirt he'd changed into before bathing his brother, slipping it off and tossing it into the abyss of Dante's floor. The pants were not coming off, but at least this was better than being completely wet...
Shifting so he could lay back down, moving his twin with he liked it or not, Vergil rolled over so his back was to Dante.
"... night." he muttered, wishing he were in his own bed, but he wasn't going to try and cross the death trap of his brother's floor again right now. So he was stuck here it seemed.
Dante seemed very close to being fully asleep by now, but a corner of his mouth quirked upward when he heard his brother's shirt fly across the room. Heh... I win. Waiting until Vergil was done with his little priss attack and had settled on the opposite side of the bed, Dante casually threw a arm over him and curled himself against his brother's back. "Night," he mumbled, fighting a smile against the skin of Vergil's shoulder.
This night was, strangely enough, one of the happiest he had had in a while. I should get thrown off my bike more often.
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"On the entertainment center where it belongs Dante, where else?" even though he wasn't in the same room, that came with an eye roll. Really if his brother even thought about it, he'd realize how stupid he was. Or if he some how would get off his lazy rear he could go look for it and find it without bothering him. It was amazing how his twin had eyes and he didn't use them... except when scoping out a slice of hot pizza.
"And Dante my name is Vergil. VER-GIL. Not Ver. If you don't want me to start calling you Dan then I'd advise you use my proper name." he added, folding the last of their clothes he'd just dried. It annoyed him to no end when Dante used a nickname when speaking to him. His name wasn't that long, he didn't see why he had to shorten it anymore. It was just another way of his brother being lazy.
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Then he frowned. "What the fuck, where 'Jackass'?!? I don't care about fucking baseball!!" He scowled at the TV in irritation and promptly turned it off, tossing the remote to the other end of the sofa and hanging his head over the back of the couch. "Ver... Can you stop with the paperwork for a while? Its Friday night and I'm so bored."
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"I wasn't working on paperwork nitwit, I was doing some necessary laundry as you seem to dirty all your clothes in a day I swear." he grumbled, moving over to the other end of the couch to pick up the remote Dante had tossed, putting back where it had been on the entertainment center.
"And if you're so bored Dan you should do something. Like help CLEAN."
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A moment later, Dante reemerged from the darkness of his room with a red key twirling on his index finger and a red coat (yes, an actual article of clothing for the top half of his body) slung over one shoulder. "Fine, I'll call you GIL instead, since you hate 'Ver' so much. Wanna go for a ride?"
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Spontaneously, Dante scrambled out of the tub and reached out to grab his brother's shirt, but his arm and leg immediately screamed in protest and he felt himself falling before it even registered in his brain. With a painful 'oof', he flopped gracelessly back into the tub in a tangle of shampoo bubbles, long limbs and white hair. For the second time that night, his head connected painfully with the tiled wall and he clutched it as he sank into the water, groaning in a rather pitiful way. That... was probably not the best idea I've ever tried to pull off. "Ver..." he called through his dizziness, "Ver, come back... Ow... DAMN IT..."
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Man... This week could either go really well or really badly.
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Shifting so he could lay back down, moving his twin with he liked it or not, Vergil rolled over so his back was to Dante.
"... night." he muttered, wishing he were in his own bed, but he wasn't going to try and cross the death trap of his brother's floor again right now. So he was stuck here it seemed.
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This night was, strangely enough, one of the happiest he had had in a while. I should get thrown off my bike more often.
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