What d'you know. I've got myself a baby brother ( Read more... )

[Dante is in the shower, singing. Loudly. Very, very loudly. Sorry, roommates.]

Dooooooon't hate me, because I'm BEAUTIFUL~♫ DOOOOOOOON'T HATE ME, BECAUSE I'M THE BEST~♫.

[Dante is doing his best to keep his temper in check, though Template is doing its best to try it. He's trying to vent by shooting targets in a field just on the outskirts of town---and already, said targets are in shreds. Dante is not a happy camper]

What the fuck is with you people acting like you know me? You don't know me. Like hell am I like ( Read more... )

[tiny!four year old!Dante is wandering around his townhouse in one of his bigger self's t-shirts, obviously looking for something or someone. He's crying, fat tears rolling down his face as he hiccups and tries to navigate the stairs]

Vergil? Vergil? Momma?

Mommaaaaaaa!

...don't wanna be all 'lone.

[sits at the bottom of the stairs, sniffling ( Read more... )

[Dante has gotten some Blood Mary mix and is pouring himself a drink, despite it only being early afternoon]

Seems like this place'd drive anyone to drink.

I mean, seriously? There's my bitch roommate to deal with now, on top of the random people who keep trying to kick me in the balls. Is it possible to be this good looking and still so hated? ( Read more... )

[...it's not like Dante has many inhibitions to begin with, BUT...the gas has resulted in him deciding he doesn't need to wear clothes.

So, have a naked half-demon wandering around the Corona Radiata house in a generally agreeable mood]

The new place isn't half bad. It smells great.

If one more person comes up to me and goes "it's you again!" I'm just gonna shoot. No questions, just quality time with my girls. Is that clear, Template? First it was that Lady chick going all "we're friends and I shoot you in the face to show how much I care", and then there's that blond kid who won't leave me the hell alone. Can't for the life ( Read more... )

[Dante has gotten his job back as a bouncer, but...that's about it. No memories of Template returned, though his regular memories have. He's chilling at the bar, making his way through half a pizza and a bloody Mary]

So much for me being an unemployed bastard. I've got two sources of income, Lady. I'll pay you back for that pizza, but it might be ( Read more... )

[Dante is wandering down by the river, coat slung over his shoulder and his guns and holster in plain view ( Read more... )

[Dante is getting himself geared up for what might be the most rigorous fight he's had since arriving in Template. His grin is so big that it's nothing but overly-sharp teeth, and he seems to be having a spirited conversation with...his swords? Two of them, at least. Who are talking back]I TOLD you guys I wasn't going to take you anywhere if you ( Read more... )