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((People are probably just busy is all. I'd post... but it wouldn't do anything... Vergil is sleeping >> yay him!))

(Sorry, I missed this one.)

Tristan finally let go of Caprica and grabbed a blanket from under the bed. He lightly covered the human with it as he slowly lifted his tails from his body. "We need sleep too. There's an extra room down the hall or you can share my bed with me. It's not like I've never been that close to you before." he grinned and as he sat down on the floor, next to the bed, he pulled off his boots and started to wipe them off with a towel that he'd left in the floor a few days ago when he'd gone after the demon he'd finally killed today."Damn! I can't belive that friggin' thing sprayed this much blood on my boots when i killed it. I didn't think that those bug things had any blood in them."

(( I'll post later today... I need to get chores done, first. ))

Reaching the ground, Nevada inched toward the opening of the alley and peeked around the corner to a pleasant surprise. The bright red coat caught her attention immediately and she lifted the camera and took several shots of Dante striding down the sidewalk in the opposite direction from her, stopped to unlock the front door of the building and disappear inside. The ex-soldier made a hasty descision and started back up the fire escape, hoping to catch a glimpse of the half demon.

Dante was unaware of being watched, unusual since his senses were finely tuned, however he was lost in thought as he stepped over the threshold of the Devil May Cry. He closed and locked the door behind him, absently flicked on the lights to the front room and headed routinely over to the jukebox in the corner. Instead of the usual loud and heavy rock music that usually blared from the music device, a rather mellow tune slipped from the speakers.

His feet took him to a small table on the opposite side of the room, dispensing his coat and weapons in the process so he was in nothing bu the chocoloate brown leather pants, boots, and the amulet encircled around his neck. Half gloved fingers plucked a glass from the tabletop, the other hand grabbing the bottle of gin before he traveled back to the desk that was supposed to make the place look official. Behind the desk on the wall was the beginings of what the Devil May Cry was all about; various trophy heads of demons slain decorated the wall. Of course, the amount was small but that's because he was just starting out...

Dante poured himself half a glass of gin and then kicked back in the chair behind the desk. Booted feet lifted to rest on the desktop and downed the contents of the glass in two gulps. He poured again, but let the glass hover near his lips this time as he thought upon the whispered word Vergil had uttered before descending to the ground. Had that entire fight been about their mother? If so, why bring the human into it? A troubled expression spread across his features. Dante worried that his brother would get the notion to go apeshit again and try to open some portal. He sighed, not releshing the idea at all and drained the glass. Standing, he moved to the jukebox again and selected the same song again. This process continued for the next hour all the while, he kept pouring himself half a glass of gin until finally he decided to pay his brother a little visit.

Stumbling up the stairs since by now Dante was a little sloshed, he half laughed and stumbled his way to his brother's room. Reaching the sibling's door, he kicked it open, flicked on the lights and stumbled back against the door, "Verg..." He hit the door and started sliding to the left along it, "Wegootaalk" came out in rush before Dante hit the floor, laughing.

((lmao!! stupid Dante! ehehehehehe! ya, i suppose you gotta wait. dunno how long though))

((giggles madly))

((Dear god Ilarian you are the best Dante EVER *is currently pissing pants from laughing*))

Normally Vergil would have been up in an instant and ready to kill whoever dared to enter his 'domain', but he'd felt his brother's presence as he awoke. Groggily he sat up in bed, his snake skin pants creaking uncomfortably as he moved. He looked at Dante through one eye trying to get use to the sudden brightness.

"Dante?" he asked, wondering what had brought his twin into his room at this time. Dante knew better than to disturb him if his lights were out in his room. Unless there was a job offer he was not to be awoken. Just from the looks of his brother it wasn't a job he was here to talk about. If anything Dante looked a tad tipsy. Great.

"What Dante..." Vergil groaned, rubbing his temples. He had a feeling this was going to be another one of those moments.