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[devilblooded]

( It is a little weird to be without his latest sword or even Rebellion, but. He's been managing thus far. Plus, not as though there's hordes of demons running around here that need to be dealt with. Still, it's on the agenda of things to acquire at some point.

The mention of his gun, however, gets him to lift his brows in curiosity. )

Did you? And you weren't even going to tell me, huh?

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Sorry. I forgot. D-

[Nero briefly trips over his own words, but only briefly. The less of a big deal he makes of this, the better.]

Dad got it for me. [Rushingpastthatnowlalalalala-] I wanted to know if you could teach me to make bullets. Like you do with the girls.

[devilblooded]

( Oh no. There's no trying to slip past that with him and the look on his face says it all with that grin. )

Dad did, huh?

( Chuckling around his beer, he shakes his head and takes a swig. Well. That was bound to happen at some point. Or at least he figured it would with their time spent together. That's nice. About time and all. Means Nero's feeling more comfortable around his old man if he's just dropping dad like that. )

Teach you how to make bullets. ( Licking over his lips, he tilts his head some. ) Your words or his?

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[DOUBLE DOWN! SAY IT HARDER!!]

Yeah, Dad did. [WHAT THE FUCK ABOUT IT, HUH DANTE?!

Defensive bashful aggression aside, he stays on the subject.] My words. You know, how you never actually have to reload? And you don't carry ammo? I want to know if you can teach me to do that, too.

[devilblooded]

( Aw, he's just so cute when his little demonic feathers are ruffled and he can't help but reach out and sling an arm around the kid's shoulders. In doing so, of course, he ruffles the back of his hair some, chuckle soft on his lips before he helps himself to another swig of his beer. )

Well aren't you just a cute little bug.

( Hand patting Nero's chest then, he pulls away and sighs, turning on his heel to face the kid. )

It's manipulating my demonic power. ( A beat. ) That's how I don't ever run out. Your old man summons ghostly little blades, I summon bullets.

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Yeah, yeah, yeah. [Swat, swat, swat. (And don't acknowledge how he likes it when Dante affectionately manhandles him like that, even to tease him.)

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Yeah, I know. And I can charge-up my bullets, I do it all the time but... I think it'd be handy if I could summon 'em too.

[devilblooded]

You tryna steal my shtick?

( Joking, he finishes off the rest of his beer, licks his lips, then sets the empty bottle down nearby, pressing the tip of a finger to the mouth of it, rocking it back and forth gently. )

I can try, if you want. I'm not the best at explaining how to do it though. It's just... a feeling.

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What do they say? Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery?

[Nero shrugs at his hedging.]

That's cool, I'm not the best at understanding that stuff. Feeling it out is what I do.

[devilblooded]

( This is one of those times where he wonders if he might be different with his abilities if Vergil had been there alongside him to learn from as they grew up. His brother somehow just seemed more naturally gifted in tapping into it all much quicker than him. He’d been the first one between them to devil trigger after all, and while he likes to think he’s relatively fine in figuring it all out for himself as time goes on, he’s not a fool. He knows Vergil has always been better… more adept at it than him.

Still, bullets and guns are absolutely not his brothers area of expertise, so. Throwing a smile over the kid’s way, he nods. )

Sure. Whenever you’re up for some uncle and nephew time, I’ll see what I can do.

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[It will never cease to amuse Nero how much both Dante and Vergil bounce him back and forth between them. As fraught as their history has apparently been and as much as they squabble, they both hold profound respect for one another and keep advising Nero to trust one or the other of them with this or that. It's terribly endearing.

And he's pretty sure they'd both deny it until they turned blue in the face.]

Cool! Blue Rose doesn't fire as fast as yours, obviously, so it's only two bullets at a time... but it'd be sweet if I could get them to punch as hard as the real thing.

[He goes back to digging through the box, pulling out a few choice pieces of scrap.] I think I'm gonna be pretty good at it, actually... like I've already had some practice.

[devilblooded]

He thinks he's gonna be good at it already.

( Chuckle soft, he shakes his head as he wanders around the garage, hands behind his back, looking at this and that and what the kid's done with it for himself here. )

Might be a little difficult trying to do two at once to start but hey, we can see what works when it's time for Uncle Dante's School of Shooting classes.

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I mean, I already know how to work with my energy a little bit. Like I throw a little pepper on my bullets all the time.

[He glances over his shoulder and smirks at Dante, rather confident.]

Not that I'm anywhere near your level, O Sensei. Do you take payment in food?

[devilblooded]

( Turn on his heel, he smiles. )

Always.

( As if he'd ever turn down free food. )

So does this mean you're callin' your old man dad from now on? How'd he take it?

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[uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The more you try to dodge this shit with Dante, the more he zeroes in on it... though Nero's tone makes no mistake that he's a little touchy about talking about this.

Which probably won't discourage him.]

I'm trying it on. What about it? [He has to think about how to answer that.] He took it fine. Ask him, if you're nosy.

[devilblooded]

I'm asking you.

( Hands still behind his back there, he keeps on and moseys his way around the garage, amused little hum there in the back of his throat as he does. )

Guess that means you're getting along. That's good. I'm happy for you, kiddo.

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Well... yeah.

[The fact Dante doesn't go in teasing gets him off his guard, and he relaxes a little as he tries to figure out how to respond to that.]

Thanks. I haven't done all that much. He's been trying really hard. And Father really isn't my style, so.

[A shrug, and perhaps an obvious refusal to look Dante in the eye.]

Pretty hard to bounce back from THAT reunion but. You know. [Is it too soon to say Vergil did. At least, so far so good.]

[devilblooded]

Sort of. Never got to see my old man again, so.

( He shrugs — throws a look of sympathy wrapped up in a lazy smile over to his nephew there. )

Be sure to make the most of it. Even if it's awkward as Hell. You've got each other now. Don't let go of that.

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I will. I didn't go this long missing a family to fuck it up and take it for granted.

[He gives Dante a glance and a small, muted smirk.]

All of my family. [YOU TOO, DICKHEAD!!]

[devilblooded]

( Holding at his stomach, he pretends he might hurl at such a comment, but. He's only joking, of course. Admitting feelings is not a thing either son of Sparda do naturally. Always better to joke or just stare in silence when it comes to that. )

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[NO MERCY!!

He puts on a faux-sickly-sweet voice.]

That's right, Unky Dante. I just wuv you soooo much! You're the best uncle ever!

[devilblooded]

( Well if that ain't...

Laughing at such a display — even slaps at his knee — he reaches inside his coat and pulls out his relic, beginning to fiddle with it as he holds it up and points it at Nero. )

Ok, say that again for the camera this time.

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[Oh my god, really Dante??

Well, TWO can play at this game. He turns around and faces the relic, hand on his hip.]

You got it rollin' there, pops? Or you need my help getting it to work?

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( Again, he laughs. )

Now tell your dad you love him and make one of those cutesy faces with a peace sign.

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[And so Nero faces the camera, whether or not it's actually running, flips it off, and says:]

My Uncle Dante's the biggest fucking dumbass on this or any other planet, but he's still the best uncle ever and I love him, the stupid moron.

[No director will tell him what his lines are!!!]

[devilblooded]

( What a kid. )

Perfect. I'll show your old man this and we'll use this as our Christmas greeting.