(Untitled)

[twins_right]

Who: Vergil (twins_right) and Dante (combust)
What: The brothers finally meet face to face instead of just mocking each other over the internet, due to srs bsns.
Where: Flapper Fraps. Only Dante could get Vergil to enter a place named that.
When: Probably mid to late afternoon.
Warnings: Dante's mouth. :| Although it may not be as bad as usual, since he's being

Comments

[combust]

And there Dante sat, slouched back in his chair, one leg propped on a chair catty-corner from him, his cup of coffee sitting there neglected on the table. It was a damn shame that it had been so expensive, because Dante was going to be honest: It tasted awful. He made far better coffee himself, and that was sad

[twins_right]

"Dante." Vergil had never been terribly patient, but he had even less tolerance for his twin's clearly skirting whatever important subject he'd called Vergil to some run-down human restaurant to discuss. Of course, not all of it was annoyance; some of it was genuine concern, whether or not he would ever admit it. It wasn't like Dante to be anything less than brick-to-the-forehead direct; what could make him so uncomfortable that he'd rather make small talk first? "Forget your uncontrollable attraction to me for a minute. What did you want to talk to me about?"

[combust]

The knee-jerk reaction was to smart off again, and it was out of Dante's mouth before he could stop it. "It's so hard to forget, baby, when you're right here in front of me."

It wasn't like he could call the words back, and it wasn't like he was going to apologize to Vergil for saying them. Vergil was a big boy, he could take it.

But as much as he'd wanted to ease Vergil into the situation, of course the asshole wanted to just plow ahead. Dante inwardly rolled his eyes, almost blurting out a mocking apology for wasting Vergil's precious time. But then his face grew serious, probably more serious than Vergil had ever seen it, and he squinted at his brother a moment, trying to find the perfect way to open the floor.

He finally decided on a question. "What do you know about dopplegangers? I'm not talking about the same person being in two places at once, but, like...Doubles. Ones that have completely separate lives and shit, but they're still the same."

[twins_right]

Vergil dismissed Dante's automatic smartass remark without comment; taking offense would be like resenting a skunk for stinking. Dante simply couldn't help his nature, and Vergil knew it well enough. Besides, there were more important matters at hand.

"Doppelgangers?" he repeated dubiously. "They aren't what you're describing. They can take another's form, but it's not their form, and the similarities end with appearance. Twins like us are the closest comparison I can draw to what you seem to be referring to, but twins aren't the same, either; just very similar."