he rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue at dante’s dramatics, deciding rather quickly that it’s best he refrain from further comment. and, besides, even at his weakest, v is sure dante is still a powerful asset ( such a thing would never be admitted verbally, though ) and valuable ally to have in times like these. that’s the excuse v feeds himself, anyway. he’s still constantly sifting through his own feelings that have returned and remained; as much as he wants to deny it, there’s a part of him, he isn’t sure how much, that doesn’t loathe the idea of spending time with his brother. shocker.
thankfully, silence doesn’t linger for too long as dante proudly boasts his ‘ nerf ’ guns. dante mentioned the word once before but v still doesn’t really understand, nor does he care too. dante says a lot of things v doesn’t really get, though. griffon, on the other hand, seems to care a lot. of course he does.
❛ oh, as if ! you really think some little rocks are gonna hurt me? you’re even stupider than you look, dante! ah ─ sorry, v. but hey, you guys don’t really look all that much alike! anyway, dante, keep talkin’ like that and i’ll let the first demon that show it’s face eat ya’ and then─ ❜ his rambling comes to an end when v loudly clears his throat.
“ i would advise you save your ammunition for something that is worth shooting at. i image your source is limited. ” v points out with a nonchalant shrug. he heaves another sigh as, in typical ‘ dante ’ fashion, his brother loudly announces their presence to whatever may be lurking in the dark. this causes griffon to caw with ironic laughter. ❛ trust me, dante, there ain’t no demon in existence that wants to hang out with you! ya’ ain’t a good boy! ❜ he squawks.
“ if you two are done drawing the attention of anything that resides in these tunnels… ” v interrupts before griffon can continue, feeling exhausted being around these two already. he’s quiet as dante lays out a plan, lips pursing. right. the reason so many people, including himself, sought out dante to slay demons: as annoying as he is, he’s the best in that field.
yet another reminder that v will always be inferior. but not useless─ v will not allow himself to stoop that low.
“ you’re forgetting that i have slain my fair share of demons, as well. ” he smirks, twirling the cane he probably, realistically doesn’t need anymore, “ don’t mind me. focus on yourself and the path ahead. griffon? if you will, lead and illuminate the path. ” v instructs smoothly. the thought of dante worrying over his sake is… mildly irritating. v can’t quite pinpoint why.
❛ on second thought? the two of ya’ together isn’t too great. stop bossin’ me around! ❜ griffon snaps but flies ahead regardless. as v said, he occasionally fires a bullet of electricity. the trail doesn’t illuminate much, but it’s enough that it would give them enough time to prepare for an attack, should they cross one of the beasts.
“ anyway, ” v remains a few paces behind dante, able to keep up despite not having shadow to ride around on, “ i suppose with no real destination to reach, we should be mindful of how far into the tunnels we venture. quite pathetic for the people of royal status to let things get this out of hand, no? to send civilians, strangers to this world, in to do their work … i question the legitimacy behind the people in power here. what a shame, don’t you think? ”
“Damn shame. Almost as shameful as the glowsticks coming outta the chicken’s mouth!” Dante smirks, deliberately delivering the last half of the sentence to the flying avian above.
“But, I’m sure the nobles think so too, y’know? And hey, it’s not like we’re strangers to this kinda work either. Maybe they even recognised my devilish good looks and thought; ‘hey, this guy’s got it!’ Of course, if we pose that question back at them when comes time to report, we might get a gratitude we can count!”
Talk of his appearance reminded him as he gazed at V in the corner of his eye. The man was well, half a man. His brother, but not *all* of him. He felt a small hesitation in interacting. If it were Vergil next to him right now, would he feel a little safer? It might have been that truth, that it wasn’t all of Vergil standing there that might’ve been a source of his discomfort.
“I guess you are my brother if you have that much confidence with that cane there. With that you’ve just given me free leave to focus all the Dante on the enemy! Hope you don’t regret it.”
As his footsteps echo boldly into the tunnel ahead, Dante once again feels the freedom of his back. The sword Rebellion usually hung there, and without it Dante might’ve been a little too eager to talk over his unease. If played it any thicker, he might’ve missed the low shifting sound that echoed in front of them.
“Well, uh... that sure wasn’t the beans I ate this morning...”
He grips his two nerf guns and points them deep, holding steady. “Wanna give us a light, Griff? I think we might finally have some company...”
“And don’t worry about ammunition. I have a pouch fulla garden stones on my belt. Even had to fight a few worms to get ‘em...”
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