[As Nero settles himself in to sleep on the other side of the bed, Vergil lets his eyes fall shut as his smile continues on.]
If I want, he says. As if there's a choice and he won't begin pouting at me until sunrise if that's what it takes to make me change my mind.
[Never mind even if Nero somehow summoned the mightiest of pouts, it wouldn't likely deter Vergil from sleeping all that much. He managed eight years of sharing a bedroom with Dante. He could surely just roll over and manage a night of Nero attention-seeking out of a hope Vergil would eventually acquiesce.]
Go on. Tell your story. But you had best sleep afterward.
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If I want, he says. As if there's a choice and he won't begin pouting at me until sunrise if that's what it takes to make me change my mind.
[Never mind even if Nero somehow summoned the mightiest of pouts, it wouldn't likely deter Vergil from sleeping all that much. He managed eight years of sharing a bedroom with Dante. He could surely just roll over and manage a night of Nero attention-seeking out of a hope Vergil would eventually acquiesce.]
Go on. Tell your story. But you had best sleep afterward.