@gunsinhand
The job was an easy one--- well, easy for him, anyway. Easy enough that he let Vergil stay behind; well...less ‘let’ him and more ‘left without telling him so the idiot could get some actual sleep’. Either way, it wasn’t too hard a job. Just the routine kind: go somewhere, kill a bunch of demons, get paid. And boy, did he need the money. He always needed the money, but, y’know...two people living in the office now, and Vergil actually paid attention to the bills. The good news was that he was no Lady, and wasn’t at all bullying about it, but the bad news was Verge was still really good at the shaming disappointed face.
But...you know? It was hard to complain about it, even if he got scolded for the bills, scolded for how messy he was, scolded for always eating way too much pizza (and only pizza). Vergil was there. He was there, sitting on the couch reading while Dante messed around at his desk, he was there hovering awkwardly around the kitchen when they tried to make something resembling non-pizza food, he was there beside him on jobs most of the time, Yamato singing in the air, he was there in the other room when Dante slept, awake or asleep, just--- present, real, alive. His twin brother, something he never thought could happen.
The thought of it, of Vergil being there waiting when he got home puts a spring in his step and a grin on his face wider than usual as he barrels into the demons he’s fighting with a loud, excited whoop. “Come on, show a little spunk, you guys!” He calls, kicking one off his sword. “Make it a challenge!” This’ll be a breeze, whatever happens. Just another day.
