Nero enjoyed the wander up the hill, being a lone wolf and enjoying his own company, but heading back down always put an uncomfortable pressure on his ankles and the constant re-balancing to try and not fall onto his face was irritating to say the least. And if he fell on his face now, he had an audience to laugh as he scraped his nose in the dirt.
The rumbling suddenly heard overhead was daunting and not the best of omens. He was hoping the both of them got back to his apartment before the heavens opened up and the rain poured down. If they weren’t at least in the city by that point then it would make the ground twice as slippery and treacherous than it already was. His thoughts often turned to a more pessimistic outlook, and thus his thought process was often criticized.
“Thats nice of ya’, Verge; only got my jacket dry-cleaned yesterday.” He uttered, smirking silently to himself. The rumbles continued overhead, his eyes glancing upwards to take in how thick the clouds were becoming at an almost alarming rate. He tatted in disgust, ruffling his hair; “...you better get ya’ hobble on, I don’t wanna get my hair wet.” Regardless of his exterior, the other was more concerned about the other male getting back in one piece, and preferably dry but the outlook was about as positive as Nero was.
He coughed, slowing himself so he could totter beside the other as the decline grew somewhat steeper for the last leg of the hill before it flattered at the entrance to the city; there should the other need a shoulder to grab in case of falling, though he was doubting it would happen. The other didn’t seem to o dissimilar to himself in ways; proud, independent. But just in case, he was there.
Nero grunted as his sling strap began to rub against his neck, adjusting it with a short huff. “Limbo, eh? Nah, never heard of it, then again, I haven’t been off this island in forever.” What a name, for a city. He chuckled inwardly; “They don’t raise their head too often here, to be honest, and the Knights do a pretty good job of keeping them away, as do I. But, like it said, incidents have been increasing lately. So it wouldn’t surprise me if they broke into the city sooner rather than later.”
Sensing the other wanted to drop that topic of conversation, Nero listened to his question and attempted to think of a flawless lie to cover himself with. He’d used anything from broken bones to surfacing birth defects, so far and he couldn’t see why he couldn’t use something like that, now. The newfound male would be none the wiser and he’d just have to be careful when he took it off later for a shower...
“Got into a fight a few weeks back, broke my arm, nothing huge.” Nero lied, giving a nonchalant shrug which was soon accompanied by a groan as the rain began to gradually fall from the heavens, one spot at a time. He held a portion of his jacket over his own and this... Vergil’s head to try and keep the rain off. “Don’t want you catching a cold, too; the last thing I want is your snot on my couch.”
They were thankfully now only a few steps away from the city limits, feet transferring from muddied tracks to beautifully paved pathways and neatly kept flower beds. They were now only minutes from his apartment, but the clouds above seemed intent on giving them a good soaking before they reached the door; an irritant, if nothing else.
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