Yeah, well, be offended if you want, 'cuz the other son of Sparda is currently laid up in his room because he was coughing and dizzy and puking earlier. I think there's something going around.
[Vergil claimed that the half-and-half twins don't GET sick, but clearly that's not the case.]
Why don't you take it easy and I can go get your sauce?
He waves Nero off β throws a smile back to the kid over his shoulder as he straightens himself up, then lets out a breath as he shakes a finger in the direction of the door. )
Look. Just because it slipped my mind, doesn't mean you got to go and save the day for your old uncle here. Besides. I could use the fresh air. Smells like a library in here.
( He's making his way for the door with those boots of his dragging against the floor and then he's... falling down to the floor. Well. Sliding down towards it since he's trying to hold to the wall for balance. Doesn't quite work, who would have thought, so. Down he goes. With a big heavy thump. )
First off, I don't got to do anything I don't want to do. And second-
[This is right about when Dante goes down like a sack of bricks. Nero just stands there a moment, staring. Then he walks over to stand beside his uncle and offer him a hand up. When he's coherent enough to take it.]
( The floor feels so nice and cool with his cheek pressed to it, strands of gray-white having fallen in front of his face. He can't remember the last time something got him so bad like this... has it really been that long? How'd he get over it the last time? Hell if he remembers. He wishes he did.
Eyes squeezing shut to try and combat the spinning of his head, he doesn't bother to move. Just lays there on the floor. The nice cool and not moving floor. )
The younger son, on the other hand, chooses to remain there on the floor for a bit longer until he's more or less sure the room has stopped spinning for the time being. That's when a hand presses against the floor and, using that demonic strength there in his veins, he pushes himself up off the floor. Slowly. Eyes squeezed shut as he does. Better safe than sorry!
He manages to get himself up on a knee β takes a moment to breathe β then slowly gets himself the rest of the way up. Slow, easy movements are the key here, which is a little annoying to someone like him, but. That seems to be the name of the game here. Once he's more or less up, he holds at the wall again and just presses his shoulder to it then. Again, got to take things nice and slow.
And then he's slowly making his way for the door to head on out. Nero's too busy with whatever in the kitchen, right? )
One hand goes towards that doorknob, and a shiny blue clawed hand rests on Dante's shoulder, then spins him around to face his vexed-looking nephew, folding his arms.]
Really, dude? You think you're gonna make it to the store like this?
He can't even say anything because his head spins and his stomach lurches and there he goes, bending over, hands on his knees and eyes squeezed shut. )
Jesus, Nero. You can't just go spinning people around like that.
He pushes Nero's hand off his shoulder and tries to straighten himself up some but it's just... a little hard to do at the moment, so he ends ups hunched over again, hands right back on his knees. He just... needs a second. Or two. Maybe three. )
It's not a contest. A big, stubborn baby who won't accept help contest.
[Nero gives him those few seconds, just to see if he'll miraculously shake off the vertigo on his own. When Dante insists he shouldn't worry Nero sighs audibly, then reaches down to pick him up and gently set him over his shoulder in a fireman carry. No wing help needed! He's trying not to move him too fast, at least.]
Alright. All of a sudden he's off the floor and over Nero's shoulder? This kid. Honestly. )
Why I oughtaβ
( But his words are cut short when he coughs a couple times there over Nero's shoulder, clearly not in the mood to try and fight him on this. Consider yourself lucky, kiddo. )
This what you did with your old man? And do you have any video footage if so?
Dad said you guys don't get sick ever. So this is like an extreme case of the man-flu. [A beat. De-man flu. Heh. [Look, he thinks he's funny.
Nero hefts Dante into his bedroom, and is even kind enough not to bodyslam him onto the bed. This time. He cracks open a window for some fresh air, muttering as he goes.]
Jeez, you guys really are twins. Same sickness, same insistence it's gonna kill you to accept a little help...
[Then he parks it on the bed alongside Dante, sitting for a moment.]
Maybe you'll feel better if you sleep it off. Dad doesn't nap, [delivered in a perfect snotty impression of Vergil's voice] but it could help.
( The moment he hits the bed, he groans because shit, his old bones. They ache. At least the spinning isn't as bad now? Probably because he's, once again, laying down. Still, he hates that he's been bitten with something and his demonic blood can't seem to shake it. A little concerning to say the least, but. Here he is. In his bed here... and Nero is sitting down on his bed. Oh. )
You mean to tell me I got this from your old man? I'm gonna cough all over him the second I can get up.
Anyone ever tell you violence isn't the answer to most things?
( Gosh, kiddo.
But he's just going to lay there. In boots and jacket and guns strapped to his back. Uncomfortable? A bit. But he's also had worse over the years and especially in his youth. )
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Yeah, well, be offended if you want, 'cuz the other son of Sparda is currently laid up in his room because he was coughing and dizzy and puking earlier. I think there's something going around.
[Vergil claimed that the half-and-half twins don't GET sick, but clearly that's not the case.]
Why don't you take it easy and I can go get your sauce?
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He waves Nero off β throws a smile back to the kid over his shoulder as he straightens himself up, then lets out a breath as he shakes a finger in the direction of the door. )
Look. Just because it slipped my mind, doesn't mean you got to go and save the day for your old uncle here. Besides. I could use the fresh air. Smells like a library in here.
( He's making his way for the door with those boots of his dragging against the floor and then he's... falling down to the floor. Well. Sliding down towards it since he's trying to hold to the wall for balance. Doesn't quite work, who would have thought, so. Down he goes. With a big heavy thump. )
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[This is right about when Dante goes down like a sack of bricks. Nero just stands there a moment, staring. Then he walks over to stand beside his uncle and offer him a hand up. When he's coherent enough to take it.]
You want some help, there?
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Eyes squeezing shut to try and combat the spinning of his head, he doesn't bother to move. Just lays there on the floor. The nice cool and not moving floor. )
Nope. Just gonna stay here if that's ok with you.
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Would you like to go lay down in your bed instead? You're gonna put your back out down here.
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( And, you know, the room spinning suddenly. )
Your old man's more likely to throw his back out.
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[Well, he's not gonna beg him... so Nero rolls his eyes and stands back up.]
Deja vu, seriously...
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( Heh. The thought is funny to imagine, but. Also not all that hard to believe in a way. )
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[Nero scoffs as he steps over Dante's prone corpse to return to the kitchen.]
You just give me a whistle when you want some help up. I could make you something to drink, too.
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The younger son, on the other hand, chooses to remain there on the floor for a bit longer until he's more or less sure the room has stopped spinning for the time being. That's when a hand presses against the floor and, using that demonic strength there in his veins, he pushes himself up off the floor. Slowly. Eyes squeezed shut as he does. Better safe than sorry!
He manages to get himself up on a knee β takes a moment to breathe β then slowly gets himself the rest of the way up. Slow, easy movements are the key here, which is a little annoying to someone like him, but. That seems to be the name of the game here. Once he's more or less up, he holds at the wall again and just presses his shoulder to it then. Again, got to take things nice and slow.
And then he's slowly making his way for the door to head on out. Nero's too busy with whatever in the kitchen, right? )
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One hand goes towards that doorknob, and a shiny blue clawed hand rests on Dante's shoulder, then spins him around to face his vexed-looking nephew, folding his arms.]
Really, dude? You think you're gonna make it to the store like this?
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He can't even say anything because his head spins and his stomach lurches and there he goes, bending over, hands on his knees and eyes squeezed shut. )
Jesus, Nero. You can't just go spinning people around like that.
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Also, whoops!]
Ah, fuck. Sorry!
[He replaces the wing with his own hand on Dante's shoulder, giving him an apologetic little pat.]
But come on already. Let's go sit down, at least. You're even worse than Dad.
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( Sorry, Verge, but he's not wrong.
He pushes Nero's hand off his shoulder and tries to straighten himself up some but it's just... a little hard to do at the moment, so he ends ups hunched over again, hands right back on his knees. He just... needs a second. Or two. Maybe three. )
I'm fine. Don't worry about me.
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[Nero gives him those few seconds, just to see if he'll miraculously shake off the vertigo on his own. When Dante insists he shouldn't worry Nero sighs audibly, then reaches down to pick him up and gently set him over his shoulder in a fireman carry. No wing help needed! He's trying not to move him too fast, at least.]
C'mon, tough guy. Couch or bed?
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Alright. All of a sudden he's off the floor and over Nero's shoulder? This kid. Honestly. )
Why I oughtaβ
( But his words are cut short when he coughs a couple times there over Nero's shoulder, clearly not in the mood to try and fight him on this. Consider yourself lucky, kiddo. )
This what you did with your old man? And do you have any video footage if so?
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[Man, all that working out is paying off. He's not even breaking a sweat carrying Dante.]
Couch or bed? You don't answer, I'm going bed.
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( And maybe sneak out the window but shh. No one has to know that. )
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Nero hefts Dante into his bedroom, and is even kind enough not to bodyslam him onto the bed. This time. He cracks open a window for some fresh air, muttering as he goes.]
Jeez, you guys really are twins. Same sickness, same insistence it's gonna kill you to accept a little help...
[Then he parks it on the bed alongside Dante, sitting for a moment.]
Maybe you'll feel better if you sleep it off. Dad doesn't nap, [delivered in a perfect snotty impression of Vergil's voice] but it could help.
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You mean to tell me I got this from your old man? I'm gonna cough all over him the second I can get up.
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[Nero shrugs, and shows no real indication of leaving yet.]
Cough on him later. If you wake him up I'm gonna knock you both unconscious, the hard way.
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( Gosh, kiddo.
But he's just going to lay there. In boots and jacket and guns strapped to his back. Uncomfortable? A bit. But he's also had worse over the years and especially in his youth. )
You also don't have to stay and worry over me.
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[He glances at Dante over his shoulder and gives him a knowing smirk.]
I won't, I promise. Just actually try to take it easy until you feel better, okay? If I find you facedown on the driveway you're in big trouble.
[Nero gives him a pat on the leg and then stands up.]
Can I get you some water? Or take your boots off? You're not gonna lie there on top of your guns, are you?
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( Is he joking or being dead serious? It's hard to tell with him most days, isn't it? )
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[But Dante's a big boy, he's not gonna nag him that hard... probably.]
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