"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.
Vergil decides that this is the time to speak up, mostly because he enjoys any opportunity to make things harder for someone else. "You are the one blushing."
"Wasn't the original problem that he was not paying you enough attention?" Vergil presses. He is not doing this for Dante's sake at all, but of course his brother has misunderstood it, looking at him with grateful eyes.
Vergil has to stop that somehow. "Shut up," he growls at him. This has no affect on Dante.
Vergil could say he's almost entertained enough to stay. But the fact is, he's more embarrassed for the both of them than anything. So, shaking his head, he accepts the paper and takes off without any other words.
"I mean," Dante says, placing his arms behind his head, "I meet everyone's expectations."
Dante comes in closer. He leans in, pressing his hands to the bar on either side of Alastor. "You wouldn't be blushing if you really hated it," he says, his tone a casual sort of accusing.
Oh...that is very close. His tail curls around and squeezes a leg of the stool in an effort to distract himself, but it doesn't do much good.
"I..." His wings flutter, generating a slight breeze. His hands are clinging to his own knees, as though he doesn't trust them not to do something stupid otherwise. "Well...alright, so maybe what I hate is the fact that I don't hate it...still, that's..."
"Remember what I said last night?" Dante currently feels like he's achieved something, and of course that means he has to push - it's just his way. "I brushed my teeth now."
Yes, he'd found a way to do it in the middle of all the rubble. That's how determined he was! His left hand settles on Alastor's shoulder, and squeezes it beneath his fingers.
Without his armor, the touch is much more direct. His wings flutter faster, his nerves showing through in the one part of his body he can't redirect to something else. After a moment, he sighs.
"I really am transparent, aren't I..." Everyone had figured out he wasn't the slightest bit evil long before he'd been ready to admit it, too. He shifts a bit in his seat, but when he puts a hand over Dante's, it isn't to push it off of him. Without gloves, it's evident that his body is slightly warmer than that of a human, but there's something distinctly human-like in the gentleness of his grip.
"Just a little." Okay, Dante was understating. But he didn't feel like rubbing it in. He recognizes that would just erase the progress already made.
He turns his hand in Alastor's grip, holding onto the other's hand now. He leans in closer, but doesn't quite dare to kiss - he's a little afraid that tsundere streak is going to come back.
Retracted, his claws resemble ordinary fingernails, albeit very sharp ones. It makes it easy for him to close his hand around Dante's without scratching him. He takes a deep breath...then coughs.
"...You still need a real shower, though. You smell like literal Hell."
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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!"
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"Why is everyone making fun of my intelligence?!" Dante demands as he gets back, handing the paper and a pen over.
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"Maybe because of all the stupid things you do? Or are you still half drunk? Honestly..."
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"You could have fooled us."
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His tail is still swishing around behind him, though the bright violet of his ears might be more interesting.
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He's not going to interrupt this, it's actually entertaining.
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He pauses writing to point his pen accusingly at Dante.
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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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He goes back to writing, only to scratch something out as he realizes he wrote it in the wrong language.
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Vergil decides that this is the time to speak up, mostly because he enjoys any opportunity to make things harder for someone else. "You are the one blushing."
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"I didn't ask you. And I am not that desperate."
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Vergil has to stop that somehow. "Shut up," he growls at him. This has no affect on Dante.
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"Because I was bored out of my hilt! Not because I wanted him flirting with me. I do have standards, you know."
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"I have standards, too!" Dante says, to which Vergil laughs mockingly and is ignored. "You just happen to meet them."
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He shoves the paper at Vergil. His handwriting is incredibly awkward looking, and some words are misspelled, but it's not impossible to puzzle out.
"Sorry about the handwriting, I don't write in English a lot. And as for you..." He points at Dante. "What makes you think you meet mine?"
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"I mean," Dante says, placing his arms behind his head, "I meet everyone's expectations."
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He crosses his arms, but he can't do much to stop his face from being a brilliant shade of violet.
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"I..." His wings flutter, generating a slight breeze. His hands are clinging to his own knees, as though he doesn't trust them not to do something stupid otherwise. "Well...alright, so maybe what I hate is the fact that I don't hate it...still, that's..."
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Yes, he'd found a way to do it in the middle of all the rubble. That's how determined he was! His left hand settles on Alastor's shoulder, and squeezes it beneath his fingers.
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"I really am transparent, aren't I..." Everyone had figured out he wasn't the slightest bit evil long before he'd been ready to admit it, too. He shifts a bit in his seat, but when he puts a hand over Dante's, it isn't to push it off of him. Without gloves, it's evident that his body is slightly warmer than that of a human, but there's something distinctly human-like in the gentleness of his grip.
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He turns his hand in Alastor's grip, holding onto the other's hand now. He leans in closer, but doesn't quite dare to kiss - he's a little afraid that tsundere streak is going to come back.
At least he's not getting stabbed.
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Retracted, his claws resemble ordinary fingernails, albeit very sharp ones. It makes it easy for him to close his hand around Dante's without scratching him. He takes a deep breath...then coughs.
"...You still need a real shower, though. You smell like literal Hell."
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Dante is surprised by that, he hadn't been expecting it at all. But he probably should have?
"I'll be back down in ten minutes."
...it would probably be bad to invite him along right?
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