( 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.
( 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.
( 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. Heβd been the first one between them to devil trigger after all, and while he likes to think heβs relatively fine in figuring it all out for himself as time goes on, heβs not a fool. He knows Vergil has always been betterβ¦ more adept at it than him.
Still, bullets and guns are absolutely not his brothers area of expertise, so. Throwing a smile over the kidβs way, he nods. )
Sure. Whenever youβre up for some uncle and nephew time, Iβll see what I can do.
[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.
( 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.
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.
( 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. )
Laughing at such a display β even slaps at his knee β 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. )
Heartwarming! [He laughs openly and turns back around.] Good luck getting him to watch it. Dad's pretty much a dinosaur when it comes to tech. Even worse than you.
[Is he still filming?? Nero doesn't even consider it.]
( There it is again. Dad. It's... strange to hear Vergil referred to as that. It's not wrong, but. It's obviously only very recently that Nero has felt comfortable enough to call his old man that. Huh.
Pulling his relic down, he goes to close it up but catches something on there that makes him smile for a moment before he's putting it back inside his coat to be forgotten about until he feels like using it. Or someone messages him. )
He's good with a knife in the kitchen and I'm the life of the party.
( He catches himself from saying anything about Vergil being the gooey one with his whatever and all with Mizu. Nope. Not gonna get him! He keeps his brother's secrets to himself, even from his nephew. Some things are just better and should come from Vergil. Honestly, Vergil should have been the one to tell Nero he was his father... once he apparently figured that out... but sometimes he needs to step in and be the one to do it. Not with anything concerning his love life though and absolutely not regarding Mundus. Hell, he doesn't like talking about it much even from his point of view. Bad times for both sons of Sparda there. )
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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, 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.
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( 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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[Nero shrugs at his hedging.]
That's cool, I'm not the best at understanding that stuff. Feeling it out is what I do.
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Still, bullets and guns are absolutely not his brothers area of expertise, so. Throwing a smile over the kidβs way, he nods. )
Sure. Whenever youβre up for some uncle and nephew time, Iβll see what I can do.
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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.
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( 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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[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?
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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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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.
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( 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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[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.]
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( He shrugs β 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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[He gives Dante a glance and a small, muted smirk.]
All of my family. [YOU TOO, DICKHEAD!!]
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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!
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Laughing at such a display β even slaps at his knee β 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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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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Now tell your dad you love him and make one of those cutesy faces with a peace sign.
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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!!!]
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Perfect. I'll show your old man this and we'll use this as our Christmas greeting.
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[Is he still filming?? Nero doesn't even consider it.]
At least you both make up for it in other ways.
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Pulling his relic down, he goes to close it up but catches something on there that makes him smile for a moment before he's putting it back inside his coat to be forgotten about until he feels like using it. Or someone messages him. )
He's good with a knife in the kitchen and I'm the life of the party.
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You're such good dressers. And you both have those soft, gooey hearts inside, too.
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You been readin' those romance novels Kyrie has?
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