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[lucenombra]

[Have a topless Trish just hanging around the apartment. She figured it would be too much work to zip up a pair of pants and a corset, so with pants she went!]

Huh, wonder if Dante's up. I want breakfast.

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[besatisfied]

Did you forget where your shirt was, honey?

[besatisfied]

[She will!] Are you kidding?! [To both the pizza AND the cute thing.]

[lucenombra]

Huh, maybe I should get one big enough for Dante. [trying to pick out whatever toppings she wants]

And yeah, the sundae thing is cute. He's just a kid after all ... [pausing to think about older!Dante] that just never really grew up.

[besatisfied]

[Seriously? Pizza for Breakfast?] Make sure it has extra olives, at least.

[And then there's a sigh, and Lady flops back down on the couch, burying her face in her hands.] That's comforting to know that he'll be ten years old forever.

[lucenombra]

What? You want some of this too? [making an exaggerated sigh and flipping the menu over]

[looking down while she's saying this, trying to be as nonchalant as she can be.]

I don't think that I could imagine him being serious. I mean, if you know Dante, then you should know the legend of Sparda.

[besatisfied]

[Lady peeks through her fingers at Trish, and narrows her eyes slightly, before leaning forward, elbows on her knees, as nonchalant as she can be as well.]

My father used to tell me the story, sometimes.

[lucenombra]

[Not telling her that she used to work for Mundus; she probably knows about the whole Arkham thing from down below. But, whatever!]

Don't suppose if he acted more serious, he'd be like Daddy?

[besatisfied]

[Lady is Not Amused.]

How the hell would you know?

[lucenombra]

[looking up, very irate expression]

I don't. But do you really think that the Dark Knight Sparda would eat pizza and strawberry sundaes? No.

[besatisfied]

[...okay, you have a point there.] Whatever.

[lucenombra]

[quickly changing the subject] You want some of this?

[besatisfied]

[Lady perks up a little, shrugging.] Sure, why not. [And then OH YEAH--] And put on a shirt!! Or at least a bra!

[lucenombra]

Do you have cash? [some things never change, do they?] Why? I have pants on.

[besatisfied]

[You are just as bad as Dante.] Because you're topless!

[lucenombra]

[... your point? Puts her hands over her breasts] That better?

[besatisfied]

Slightly.