Such a diva, this nephew of his.
"Upstairs, second door. First door’s the second bathroom, all yours. My room’s downstairs, there are more empty rooms over the second floor, make yourself at home there’s beer on the fridge, blah blah blah”.
Which he needed. A dozen of, if he was really going to digest all of this situation. Whatever he was planning to do, now that Nero was under his roof the kid better get ready to start talking. And quite a lot, if Dante could say so himself. There were things they needed to discuss, particularly those involving how work happened around the shop, Lady and Trish, when to expect them… ”Go take your nap, kid”.
Curling his lip, Nero shouldered his bag and shook his head, heading up the stairs. The shop was probably the weirdest place he'd ever walked into, but then, he hadn't really walked into many places that he hadn't been a few times before.
Shouldering the door open to his new room, Nero gave it a brief glance before setting his bag down and unpacking, letting his mind wander. There were so many thoughts flying through his head, and yet the more they scraped at his brain, the less sense he was able to make of them, and it was frustrating him. Maybe he should talk to Dante.
He'd do that when he was dead. Until then, he kicked the door shut, deciding to just lay back on the bed and stare at the ceiling until he was needed.
