[Nero's spent the last little while playing with some random cables, his relic, and the television. Kind of stupid that there's things like connectors and even gadgetry at all in a place like this, on an item that's more magical than it is electronic... but the important thing was, it worked. He managed to set up the TV to play his relic, letting him broadcast his chosen entertainment on a nice big screen, so he's not stuck craning his neck and watching the tiny one.
Tonight, it's been old monster movies. The real old, dumb ones with rubber suits that aren't scary at all. Usually he finds them kind of funny but this one sucks... just plain boring. It's getting really late and he's almost drifted off a few times, lying down on the couch with one foot splayed up on the backrest in a slouchy, splayed out flop of a position.
He's just contemplating shutting it off and moving to his bedroom when he hears a door creaking behind him. Steps on the floor. The TV's not turned up loud and even if it was, Nero learned long ago to tune in to even tiny, subtle noises. It was hard not to, growing up in a place like the orphanage. But it's also how he kept his little handheld TV-radio from getting confiscated as a kid, and how he accomplished plenty of other mischief, too.
He sits up. The hood of his hoodie is pulled up over his head, and his eyes look tired and bleary for a moment. Only a moment, before they blink curiously to see Vergil emerging. And he can't quite put his finger on what yet, but something's... off with him.]
Bit early for breakfast, isn't it? [There's a wry, gentle teasing tone there.] Am I too loud?
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Tonight, it's been old monster movies. The real old, dumb ones with rubber suits that aren't scary at all. Usually he finds them kind of funny but this one sucks... just plain boring. It's getting really late and he's almost drifted off a few times, lying down on the couch with one foot splayed up on the backrest in a slouchy, splayed out flop of a position.
He's just contemplating shutting it off and moving to his bedroom when he hears a door creaking behind him. Steps on the floor. The TV's not turned up loud and even if it was, Nero learned long ago to tune in to even tiny, subtle noises. It was hard not to, growing up in a place like the orphanage. But it's also how he kept his little handheld TV-radio from getting confiscated as a kid, and how he accomplished plenty of other mischief, too.
He sits up. The hood of his hoodie is pulled up over his head, and his eyes look tired and bleary for a moment. Only a moment, before they blink curiously to see Vergil emerging. And he can't quite put his finger on what yet, but something's... off with him.]
Bit early for breakfast, isn't it? [There's a wry, gentle teasing tone there.] Am I too loud?