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. )
( The nudge pulls a cough out of him which turns into a laugh and then a groan as he rubs at his head. It's not as bad as it had been when he was walking around all sluggish-like, but. It's still there. Least the room isn't spinning for him anymore. Now it's just a a throbbing in his head. )
Wouldn't want to get your lady love all sick now, would we?
( To which he gives Nero a weak little fingergun. )
[Another nudge, a little harder this time... he's aiming to take those guns off because honestly, Dante, nobody should need to tell you how to relax.]
No, but you'd better be ready for the best soup you've ever eaten in your life. When she hears you guys are sick she's gonna be all in on nurse mode. There'll be no stopping her.
( Chuckling through a cough, he presses a fist between his brows, breath leaving him a little shakily. He's in pain but he's not going to show it because... that's for weenies. He will just lay here and suffer through it as a true son of Sparda. Vergil wouldn't whine or complain, so. Therefore, neither can he. Well. He can to Vergil with his little brother status and all, but. To Nero? Never. )
Well, yeah? After I got out of the orphanage she was the only one who cared when I got sick.
[He finally gets him rolled over just enough to pluck Ebony and Ivory off his back, then lets him flop back over onto the mattress. He is much less gentle yanking Dante's boots off.]
Lucky you guys, now you've got both of us. I'm sure you're thrilled.
( He lifts his head up some when he feels Nero there at his feet but... drops it back down against the pillow because, no. That hurts a little. He needs to just lay here and move as little as possible. Kids, honestly. )
Sure. You got Kyrie. Vergil's got Mizu. Happy for you both.
No, dingus. I meant you and Dad have me and Kyrie looking out for you.
[He gets both boots off and tosses them on the floor, then sets Ebony and Ivory somewhere safe (not throwing, not to worry.) The rest is Dante's problem if he decides to deal with it.]
There. Now, you want some water, or should I just leave you be?
( Well. Not really, but. What's he going to do? Power through it the best he can and hope his demonic healing is just a little delayed in getting him over this. After all, how long can this really last? Surely not days or weeks, right? ...right???
Either way, he waves Nero off and presses his fist between his brows again, eyes shut and just... hating how he feels. )
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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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Remember when I was out for a whole month? Maybe I'll take another nap that long. Or longer. You can hold the fort down with your old man, right?
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[Nero gives Dante another nudge in the shoulder to try and roll him over onto his stomach.]
How 'bout you start with just an afternoon and see how you feel later?
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Wouldn't want to get your lady love all sick now, would we?
( To which he gives Nero a weak little fingergun. )
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No, but you'd better be ready for the best soup you've ever eaten in your life. When she hears you guys are sick she's gonna be all in on nurse mode. There'll be no stopping her.
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( Chuckling through a cough, he presses a fist between his brows, breath leaving him a little shakily. He's in pain but he's not going to show it because... that's for weenies. He will just lay here and suffer through it as a true son of Sparda. Vergil wouldn't whine or complain, so. Therefore, neither can he. Well. He can to Vergil with his little brother status and all, but. To Nero? Never. )
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Well, yeah? After I got out of the orphanage she was the only one who cared when I got sick.
[He finally gets him rolled over just enough to pluck Ebony and Ivory off his back, then lets him flop back over onto the mattress. He is much less gentle yanking Dante's boots off.]
Lucky you guys, now you've got both of us. I'm sure you're thrilled.
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Sure. You got Kyrie. Vergil's got Mizu. Happy for you both.
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[He gets both boots off and tosses them on the floor, then sets Ebony and Ivory somewhere safe (not throwing, not to worry.) The rest is Dante's problem if he decides to deal with it.]
There. Now, you want some water, or should I just leave you be?
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( Well. Not really, but. What's he going to do? Power through it the best he can and hope his demonic healing is just a little delayed in getting him over this. After all, how long can this really last? Surely not days or weeks, right? ...right???
Either way, he waves Nero off and presses his fist between his brows again, eyes shut and just... hating how he feels. )
Go check on your old man. He needs it more.
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Rest up, Dante. Hope you feel better.
[Look, he'll even be nice enough to close the door behind him.]