carvemyname | red grave city au with alastor

Vergil snorts again, while Dante allows himself to be nudged through. That causes Vergil to raise his eyebrows, as Dante never allows anyone to make him do anything.

"Are you a miracle worker?" he asks of Alastor.

"I might have been called one, back when I was taking offerings in exchange for guaranteeing favorable weather."

It's said with a grin and a timely gust of wind. To humans, after all, a steady rain to break a dangerous drought very much was a miracle.

"But mostly, I know how to deal with his type. Plus, he owes me for all the time I spent gathering dust in a closet."

"!!" This makes Dante dash back through the portal again, covering Alastor's mouth with a hand. "Haha, he doesn't know what he's talking about!"

Vergil just glares.

"Let him talk."

"..."

Dante lowers his hand.

"That 'disagreement' I mentioned? Dante hasn't taken me out of storage since he got back from Mallet."

He grabs Dante's arm and shoves him back toward the portal.

"But he's apologized and promised not to take me for granted anymore, so I'm giving him a second chance."

Dante resists the shove, wanting to see how this plays out. But of course, at the same time, he wants to run like hell. The look on Vergil's face doesn't help that.

"You're never to do that again," Vergil instructs him, his voice low and cool.

"..."

"Do you understand me?"

"...okay."

Dante's voice is meek.

"Yeah, I already made that clear. But as long as he behaves..." This shove is more gentle, almost playful. "I'm willing to stick by him. We're in the same boat, after all...demons who aren't welcome in the underworld."

"Hey, if you shove me like that, people are gonna think you have a thing for me."

After saying that, Dante takes one look at Vergil's disapproving face and flees through the portal.

"As if, idiot!" He grabs a piece of broken concrete off the ground and chucks it at Dante's head, through the portal. Then he sighs and looks at Vergil. "Go ahead, I'm gonna close it after myself."

Vergil nods, but before he goes - "I can kick his ass." Although from the yelp Dante made from the other side of the portal, the concrete block did strike. Maybe his ass was already kicked?

...probably not, he was too stupid to get seriously hurt.

"Already did that earlier today. Not that grinding his face into the pavement does much...sometimes I wonder if there's even anything in that skull of his to damage."

If there is, he certainly doesn't use it.

"At least someone else understands this about him."

Dante makes a whining noise from the other side of the portal. "Are you guys gonna stand around bashing me or come on over?"

"Not sure, I could go all day."

He smirks, and his tail twitches with amusement.

"Like I said, go on. I'll head through last."

Vergil heads on through, and... immediately shoves Dante the second he gets through.

"Hey!" Dante protests, and shoves right back.

Alastor steps through after Vergil, and simply allows the portal to collapse behind him. He glances around, sniffs, then rubs his nose.

"I see you haven't been doing any better at keeping this place cleaned up since I left."

"It's a lost cause," Vergil says, before Dante can say anything in defense of himself. But he's still standing there with his mouth open, so Vergil gives him a stern stare.

"You do know I'm correct."

It's a shame the biankies can't exist in the real world. They'd have this place sparkling within a day...though they might need to add some holy water and sage to their mop buckets.

"Hopefully the kitchen's just dusty from disuse and not...ugh."

Hm, but if he's going to be in the real world for a while...he should change clothes. His outfit briefly glows purple and shifts, sparking with violet electricity, into something more normal than his supervillain getup.

"Gimme a sec and I'll write a grocery list. Dante, is there any blank paper in that desk of yours?"

Suddenly, Dante only has eyes for Alastor and he seems to have forgotten Vergil entirely. "Only if you show off that ass while getting it."

...Vergil just covers his face.

"Did that chunk of concrete give you a concussion!?"

His tail lashes at the air. This absolute idiot...hopefully won't notice the violet creeping into the tips of his pointed ears.

"Just get me something to write on!"

"I think he has a permanent concussion," Vergil remarks, watching as Dante scutters off to get paper. "That would likely explain all of this, yes?"

"Why is everyone making fun of my intelligence?!" Dante demands as he gets back, handing the paper and a pen over.

He snatches the pen and paper and sulks off to sit down and angrily write a list.

"Maybe because of all the stupid things you do? Or are you still half drunk? Honestly..."

"I'm not drunk!" Dante sounds offended, even though he has a history of getting in such a way. "I'm perfectly sober!"

"You could have fooled us."

"Then do you just lack the capacity to think before you speak? Or are you that desperate?"

His tail is still swishing around behind him, though the bright violet of his ears might be more interesting.

"I just call it like I see it!" Dante is too flustered to notice the blush, but Vergil does. He leans against the wall, crossing his arms and observing both of them in silence.

He's not going to interrupt this, it's actually entertaining.

"You should try stuffing it for once. I changed clothes so I wouldn't look as out of place, not to encourage you to hit on me."

He pauses writing to point his pen accusingly at Dante.

"So you got two for one. What's the problem with that?"

Dante seriously doesn't get it. He glances at Vergil, who gives him a look back that communicates 'don't drag me into this'.

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