( 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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( 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.]