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[rev_it_up]

I just.

Fell down.

A fucking.

Flight.

Of stairs.

askdhfskdh hate this place so much.

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[badasscasual]

[CANNOT BREATHE THANKS KID]

i c u thar

[badasscasual]

[Open door. Awesome. So at least he wasn't going to get shot pointblank/stabbed right away. A good start. Let's hope this trend continues.

Dante, thankfully, was a bit better at hiding any agitation he may have been feeling at the moment. Right now he was calm and cool as ever, striding into the apartment as casually as he would a bar.]

Not too shabby, kid.

shakin' that ass?

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[Nero pauses in his pacing to just... give Dante a LOOK. A look that Very Clearly Says: Please fall off a cliff and just die already, asshole. Yeah. His looks are loquacious to a fault.]

What do you want, Dante?

watch yourself, shake it fast

[badasscasual]

Well so much for pleasantries, then.

[Sighs, shaking his head before promptly sinking himself down into the couch, beer on the coffee table before him (but he was keeping his feet on the floor. For now. He imagined Nero was liable to have a hissy fit were Dante to not show at least the barest of manners.)]

Want to clear some things up. Here.

[With that he tossed the can of soda underhand over at Nero before opening a drink of his own.]

SHAKE YA SHAKE YA SHAKE YA ASS?

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[And he caught it. Of course he did. And toyed with the idea of squashing it open in Dante's direction. Juvenile? Yes. Satisfying? Probably also yes.]

Then get on with it.

SHOW ME WHAT YOU'RE WORKING WITH

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[He eyed Nero briefly, before taking a drink. 'Get on with', heh, easier said than done. Where to fucking start?]

Father or not, I don't give a shit. So why the hell do you?

I'm lost. INSTEAD: I LOST MY HEART TO A STARSHIP TROOPER.

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You don't get it, do you?

[He pops the top on the drink and drinks. About as moodily as a teenage can. Which is pretty fucking, that's for sure.]

Look, whatever. You want to drop it? It's dropped.

[Because like fuck he's telling Dante about all his childhood angst. Yeah. That's a big fat no.]

...Shake It Fast. By Mystikal. D:

[badasscasual]

[Impressively moody, really. Too bad Dante isn't really phased by teen-aged tantrums.]

Suppose not. Whatever.

[Dante sees your moody soda drinking and raises you a broody beer drink. Because he knows better then to push with shit like that. Pity the fool who would dig for info on Sparda when he was that age.]

..You know, the more I think about it? The more likely it seems to me that you're Vergil's. Because I know I always used protection on my one night stands. Who the fuck knows with him, though.

[And another drink, totally nonchalant.]

HAND IN HAND THROUGH HYPERSPA-- huhwhat?

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[Cue inhalation of fizzy caffeinated drink. Cue it hard. Cue it fast. And cue him smacking the can so hard against his teeth in the ensuing choke-fest that he feels one of his canines chip.

And this is approximately what goes through his mind:

holyfuckshitgoddmanitowmotherfuckcan'tbreathohfuckohshitfuckas;djfasdfj;ashdf;asdjhfaskdfahsdkhasdfkjha;kshfksj;fsf.]

You-- have got-- to be fucking-- kidding me-- [he chokes out, between manful chest poundings.

THE SONG I WAS QUOTING FROM... MOVING ON

[badasscasual]

[And he had thought the falling down of stairs had been hilarious. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't planned to get some kind of reaction out of him like this. But he never thought he'd almost manage to get the kid to choke to death. Quite the bonus there. And like hell if he wasn't going to laugh a bit at it.]

Heh, sorry kid, but nope. Explains the whole Yamato thing pretty damn well after all.

RIGHT ALONG.

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[Composure. Deep breathing. Yoga gurus everywhere would be proud. Nero would probably throw THEM down stairs, just to get out all his pent-up... whateverthefuck]

You can use Yamato, too. It's not Vergil-exclusive. And I used your sword just fine to impale you. Asshole.

HI HOW ARE YOU. NICE WEATHER, YES?

[badasscasual]

Using is a whole different story than fixing it. Punk.

[Alright, so maybe it wasn't the kid who fixed Yamato. Just a guess, considering all he knew was that sometime between the Order getting their hands on it's shards and his excursion to get it, it had been fixed. Sure, other people had been around it, but if that scientist did it... Shit, Dante would give up pizza. Because breaking a devil arm was hard enough. Fucking forget fixing one.]

FANTASTIC, YOU?

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[Nero didn't quite visibly freeze, but he did make a soft noise at Dante's statement.]

I'm nothing like Vergil.

[He says it with a hint of defiance, but at the same time... the voice in his head...

He knows it's Vergil. Knows it, with a bone-deep certainty he doesn't acredit to much these days.

Maybe he should--

... No. Fuck that.]

NOT TOO SHABBY!

[badasscasual]

[He watched Nero for a moment, not saying a thing. Theory confirmed, it seemed. Not like that was a surprise. And after that minute of silence, Dante sighed.]

Neither am I, kid.

[Nor was he like Sparda. But that's a detail he was happy to omit in favor of his beer.]

..'sides. You're nothing like me, either.

WHOO.

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And thank fucking God for that.

[Nero ran his tongue over his chipped tooth. Fuck. Of course. The one thing you can't count on super awesome demonic powers to regenerate. It figures. Goddamn Dante.]

It doesn't matter. Is that what you want to hear?

EXCEPT OH FUCK HI 4AM. I still need to clean

[badasscasual]

Pfft. You only wish you could be like me.

[Pause. Eyebrow quirk. This little routine really wasn't that fun when he wasn't the one doing the dodging.]

Don't want to hear anything, just want you to stop acting like I pissed in your cheerios.