[The tongue-waving only intensifies when Vergil grabs his chin, accompanied by a snarky little smirk around it. Maybe it's childish but... it's kind of fun to be childish when it comes to Vergil. Not like either of them got to enjoy it when he was a child, after all.
And there's something he craves in just... the reassurance that comes with playful brattiness, roughhousing, teasing... disapproval that's not about his strength. Just about him acting like a bit of a shit because it's fun to tease his dad.
His tongue draws back into his mouth when Vergil lets him go, and at once he's back to being nearly 24 instead of 4.]
Great! I told you. It works every time.
[He takes the opportunity to reach up and muss Vergil's hair in turn, though it's a little more affectionate than it is taunting, somehow.]
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And there's something he craves in just... the reassurance that comes with playful brattiness, roughhousing, teasing... disapproval that's not about his strength. Just about him acting like a bit of a shit because it's fun to tease his dad.
His tongue draws back into his mouth when Vergil lets him go, and at once he's back to being nearly 24 instead of 4.]
Great! I told you. It works every time.
[He takes the opportunity to reach up and muss Vergil's hair in turn, though it's a little more affectionate than it is taunting, somehow.]
No more bad dreams tonight.