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“...we did not say who already knows us, did we?”

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both sparda brothers: -act like it’s the first time they’ve met rosa-

rosa: ??? is forgetfulness just a thing in your family??

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       His entire stance had frozen the moment his eyes made contact with that man. The figure was unmistakable, his identity immediately pieced together within the first few seconds. It didn’t need to be confirmed, but it was anyways the moment the two of them locked eyes. He was sure the man recognized him, too.

       The silence could’ve been cut with a knife. Nero, being who he was, spoke first.

“–Where’s Dante?”

       He dodged right past the obvious questions, choosing instead to tackle something different altogether. The phrase wasn’t said with any kind of antagonism. If anything, his tone was pretty clearly an attempt at being ‘casual’. Casual, with the man who had torn his arm off, left him an orphan, and had caused him no end of troubles with seemingly every action he took. The man who also happened to be his father, when all was said and done.

        It felt so sudden, seeing him again–and so soon. What the hell could one expect from the young Devil Hunter? Even if that man was his father, there was too much to unpack in their relationship. He hadn’t even fully done so after the Qliphoth incident, and yet here he was, being pushed right back into it. The best he could do was try and talk about something, anything else. At least until he was ready to discuss the matter.

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"How nice to see you, too.”

Sarcasm oozed from the half-breed’s voice, gaze flicking back to his book as if his child hadn’t asked him a question. In truth, he knew his brother was somewhere around the city and mayhaps he would answer Nero later. However, Vergil simply couldn’t be bothered to muster the energy to think of his brother for longer than a split-second at the moment. His.. charade earlier had really drained his ‘nice to his family’ meter, as it were. 

“Did you just arrive in this purgatory as well?” 

Was he happy to see Nero? Vergil couldn’t say for sure. The child was his own, after all, yet he hadn’t even known him for longer than perhaps a day until now. He wasn’t sure if he should have any feelings toward the other besides an acknowledgement of their existence. Mind you, that was better than he gave many people anymore. 

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okay funny haha dash icon is at least over. i’ll still reply to the vergil dressed up as dante stuff but i don’t want ppl to get confused af

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“‘nd to think, people used t’ joke about how bad I was. Ya walk out without a shirt on a couple times ‘cause yer shower is, like, ten feet from th’ office and everyone complains.”

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sb: what’s going on?!

“Dante”: 

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@landsharkbite​

“This yer Halloween ‘fit or do ya always rock the ‘metal band lead vocalist’ look? Because I swear I’ve seen you on an album.” 

He had to admit, she definitely looked the part. Maybe giving him the stink eye, though that might have been because of his comment. He’s not sure if that’s just her resting expression or not.

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“I’ve totally gotta rock your style sometime. I think I could make it work. The shades, especially. Always wanted some but damn do the demons not like it when you won’t look ‘em in the eyes.”

He hated the outfit. Gods, did he hate the outfit. But he knew that Dante wouldn’t, so here he is admiring it for no other reason than he has to keep the charade going. At the very least, it was keeping things somewhat interesting for him.

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@sanpatron

“Hey, haven’t I seen yer ugly mug ‘round before?”

Gods, was this not what he expected when he first envisioned this little gag. Still, it was amusing. He hadn’t seen this man for quite some time and now he was too far into the role to let himself be caught off guard. It’s for the best that he just keeps rolling with it until he physically can’t do it anymore. Good thing they were brothers or else Vergil might not be able to fake it.

“What was it... Vincent? Viviola?”

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Here he is: Wacky yahoo pizza guy! Totally nobody else this could be! Give this a like and you’ll get a starter from the son of Sparda! Wowsers, ain’t that neato?

Capping at 3 for my sanity, with people I’ve interacted regularly before exempt.

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hi yes hello i hate what i just wrote and i’m going to go cleanse myself now.

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spardium‌:

He could only grin at his brother’s response — glad to irritate the other a little.

“I don’t like wasting too much time, y’ know! Besides, it’s not like I was doing anything. A guy’s gotta’ rest from savin’ the world every now and then.” He sits down in one of the tables, picking up a nearby book. “Hey, we could work together here! You do all the readin’, and I’ll… do other stuff, yeah.”

He never did any contracts back home — he just trusted the people he worked with, his primary goal just to erase demons from threatening the earth. However, that is a mystery for another day. Instead of pondering further, he just stands up, leaving the book right where he left it, thinking of how to reply.

“Mhm. I’m known for givin’ out good stuff in Halloween back home.” He did live on the more somber pats in town, so it was no wonder many came to his place for candy. “But yeah, they pull pranks all the time. You had somethin’ in mind?” He is very curious, but doesn’t want to show it too much.

“Remind me to teach you how to read when I have the patience to avoid a migraine.” A jab at the other’s expense, though certainly not something out of the ordinary. “However, I suppose you don’t need to read for what I have planned so it hardly matters.” 

Vergil leaned back in the seat behind the desk, resting boots on the counter. The owner disliked the gesture, yet it was more out of habit that he did so. If they didn’t like it, they’d have to purchase a foot rest for him. Otherwise, that’s what he’ll continue to do. He watches his brother approach, slipping the bookmark into his own book and tossing it onto the desk. 

The words that came next were said in perhaps the most dry, flat tones they had ever been uttered in.

“Give me your clothes.”

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@spardium | xx

When Vergil had texted his brother, he had perhaps expected the other to show up within the hour. Not, however, within the next ten minutes. So when his gaze flicks to welcome the person that entered, he could only groan and shake his head when he saw who it was.

“I said I’d get off my shift shortly, Dante. Not immediately. Nevertheless, I suppose so long as you actually pretend like you can read, I can’t stop you from loitering.”

In truth, Vergil wasn’t entirely sure if his brother could. He had ran a ‘demon hunting’ business, but that didn’t really bode well. He probably just took whatever job was said to be around without any contracts. 

“So, this human event called ‘Halloween’ often has pranks, correct?” 

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Off of hiatus (just sent in the ask. Thought I already had but oop I didn’t).

And with that comes a fresh starter call! Uncapped but selective.

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landsharkbite‌:

The belt of laughter you answer him with is broken only with a grin and the sound of your fist meeting the opposite palm, like a thunderclap.

“Haha, ohhh, please try.”

“No, because if I do manage to pull it off? I’ll have not just you but that sci-fi otaku breathing down my neck. I’m more than aware I can’t handle the both of you yet. I’ll just deal with the ones I can.”

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pre-dmc5 vergil: tsk, don’t waste my time.

dmc5 vergil: get your ass over here you’re grounded.

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the secret comes out

vergil is just an old-fashioned and grumpy dad. 

run for your lives he has the soap