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〝 Ha! You that bored? 〞
He’s turning around, then raising his hands into the air. He then leans back onto Dante’s desk, taking a seat.
〝 As fun as that sounds, I wouldn’t want you to hurt your back, old man. 〞
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〝 Hahaha-huh. 〞
His laughter stopped the second he felt the barrel pressed against him. Well, fun’s over… he’s lowering his gun, spinning it on his finger before stuffing it back into his coat.
He’s then turning his head to look at Dante. —
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Utilizing 𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧, if Nero would start to laugh along as well, the younger devil hunter would feel the barrel of 𝙀𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙮 pressing against the back of his head.
❝ Yeah, beats me what you could learn. ❞
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He instinctually drew Blue Rose, two barrels lined up directly between Dante’s eyes. A small bead of sweat trickled down his cheek — this guy was seriously scary when he wanted to be.
〝 Sorry, but I don’t take lessons from guys who can’t pay their plumbing. 〞
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𝘿𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡 𝙎𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘿𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚 would materialize next to him, the tip of the sword landing against the wooden floorboards with a heavy thump.
❝ Y'know... I still owe you 𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙀 lessons, that're looooong overdue, 'dear nephew'. ❞
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He couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. This guy was seriously desperate for cash… but demons were few and far between nowadays anyway.
〝 Just thought I’d swing by. That’s all. You catch a good look at those bills, though? 〞
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meant for him.
If so, he'd gladly open it, accompanied by a whistle.
❝ Happy early birthday to me. And you even came to visit. ❞ — Finally acknowledging that Nero had even shown up.
❝ You got any news to top this day off then? ❞
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He’s tossing an envelope onto his desk. It’s pretty hefty — looks like it’s got money inside… but there’s no way to tell.
〝 You’re seriously disgusting, Dante. 〞
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Lazily opening one of his eyes upon noticing [ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ] entering Devil May Cry.
❝ If nature's callin', bathrooms in the back. If it doesn't flush, don't worry... I dunno if I paid the bills this month or not. ❞