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Tell him to suck it the fuck up.

[This thought exercise is difficult for him because honestly, who wouldn't like Kyrie? But the scenario has crossed his mind before, and there was only ever one thing he knew he would do, with confidence.]

It'd be disappointing. But I love Kyrie and she's important to me. He should be able to respect that, and even if he doesn't like her, play nice because she's my family, too. [And he's had Kyrie a hell of a lot longer than he's had Vergil, or Dante for that matter.]

I don't think he'd really cause trouble about it, though. Not unless... I don't know, she got swapped out for an evil doppelganger and was going to stab me or something.

[devilblooded]

( He takes a moment mull over that — pickle in mouth and juice trickling down his chin as he stares off across the kitchen. Really, it’s hard to fathom even someone like his brother having a problem with Kyrie. She might make him feel a bit awkward around her here and there, but. He figures he’d try for Nero’s sake and seeing or knowing how important she is to him.

Lazily, he smiles to himself around the pickle before he bites into it, waving the other half of it around as he thinks. )

No compromise, huh? Loyal to those you care about and especially love.

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What would compromise look like, besides someone who cares about me trusting my judgment on who I care about?

[Sometimes Nero kind of just says things that sound wiser than he means them to.]

I mean, honestly, I'd try to find out what the problem was and smooth it over if I could. It'd be a bummer if I couldn't bring him around her. But I can care about two people even if they don't get along comfortably.

[devilblooded]

( Pickle finished, he drops his fork into the jar and lets go of a sigh as he lounges there, head tilting to the side some while blue eyes stare across the kitchen. After a moment, he hums in quiet amusement before he shakes his head and gently pushes himself off the counter there, rolling his shoulders to wake up the old bones a bit. )

Well. You’re in luck. Can’t see any real reason why he’d not like her.

( A glance over to the kid, he claps his hand down on his shoulder a couple times before he starts to make his way around him. )

Thanks for the help, kid.

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You're welcome.

[Yeah, right. He lets Dante just think he's about to walk off when he asks the obvious question.]

Why do you ask, anyway?

[devilblooded]

( Turning on his heel, he smiles to the kid. )

Just making conversation with my favorite nephew.

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Because he's smart, and handsome, and charming, and gives all the best advice.

[Yeah he's doubt.jpg it was really that random a question, but he won't pry... just gives Dante a smirk.]

[devilblooded]

Who said I needed advice?

( He lazy shrugs. )

My hand got stuck in a jar and we made some conversation. Bada bing, bada boom.

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Right. Really weirdly specific conversation.

[This does not mean Nero is guessing that Dante is projecting some issue of his own here, much less that there's someone to be concerned about. Just that he thinks there's more to this than old easy breezy Dante is trying to pretend.]

Whatever you say, Dante.

[devilblooded]

Have you ever talked to me before? I talk about a lot of things.

( Again, he shrugs, lazy little grin there on his lips. )

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Yeah, like hypotheticals about your brother. Totally, we have that conversation all the time.

[Look, he's not bringing up the "you didn't tell me about my father or that we were related" thing again, he's just gently teasing about it this time.]

Is this all you're eating? Pickles? I could make something for lunch if you're hungry.

[devilblooded]

( He gives a wave of his hand. )

I'm good. Might go out and find something to eat somewhere. But I appreciate the pickles being brought back.

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You want me to stick these ones from the sink back in the new jar?

[No judgment... just wondering...]

[devilblooded]

( Hmmmm. )

Probably best to toss 'em out given my hand was all over them.

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Well, then you might as well eat 'em.

[Now that the crisis is over, Nero rolls his shoulders and heads over to keep unpacking his grocery bag, settling in the for the afternoon.]

No wonder Dad wants you out of the kitchen. Lack of supervision...

[devilblooded]

( Heh. )

Yeah. Always was a burden.

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You're not a burden. You're a menace. Big difference.

[Out of the sacks come some cans of tuna. Looks like those pickles were for his plans, too.]

Hey, are you gonna do anything for New Year's?

[devilblooded]

( He was, but. Not anymore. Poker face it is. )

I dunno. Maybe. Why?

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[A shrug.]

Just curious. I was gonna grab a six-pack and take it easy. You're welcome to join me, though if you find something more exciting, don't let me stop you.

[devilblooded]

( You know what... )

I had a date but it fell through.

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A date? [Whoooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Dante got a date???????]

Bummer. Gonna reschedule it?

[devilblooded]

And take myself off the market so quick? Can't have that.

( Humor fixes everything. )

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It's just a date. Not like you're looking to slap a ring on it. [Maybe. Presumably. He has no idea who it is, what the relationship status is, or if Dante even wants to talk about it. Seems rude to pry. But...]

If you ever want to talk about stuff like that, you can just talk to me, you know. I'm a good listener.

[devilblooded]

Thanks, but I already got someone to talk to. Goes by the name Jack Daniels.

( lol. he's hilarious. )

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[That earns Dante another of those withering looks, and a slightly raised eyebrow.]

You know what I mean. And unlike booze, I can talk back.