Well, that's what families do for each other, right? Give wrinkles.
[He glances at Dante with a put-upon, very wrinkled expression of disapproval. Then lets it melt into a smirk as he heads over to the pantry to put things away.]
Anyway. I'll be around tomorrow night if you're looking for company.
( If there's one thing he's come to learn about this kid over the past five years, it's that he's incredibly stubborn to the point where he's made him lose his patience with him a couple times. He means well — he knows he does. Maybe it's just that he's not used to it. Doesn't know how to respond to it. Isn't sure how to take it.
Sigh on his lips, he makes his way over to the kid, dropping a hand down on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Voice soft, genuine. )
Hey. It's ok. We can't all be as lucky as you.
( ...catches himself there from almost saying or your old man. Someone really needs to tell the kid here about that and that someone sure as Hell isn't him. )
[He's not surprised he's made Dante uncomfortable. The mere act of perceiving him makes him shrink away sometimes. But that's all the nudging he intends to do, to leave the door open for Dante to step through if he wants to. He's taken him up on it before. And Nero's had practice in uh... let's not call it training Vergil, but at least coaching him that he can expect patience and understanding if he needs it.
So he's going to let it go, but he does look a little puzzled when Dante squeezes his shoulder. That's an odd thing to say.]
[She's religious, and dating the grandson of her god, so. That's gotta be a mindfuck for her, huh...]
Of course I will. I'll take her anywhere she wants to go.
[There's something just a liiiiiittle bit wistful in the way he says it, in his eyes, speaking of her. But he's not gonna get into that now, so he changes the subject.]
You just let me know if you need any dating advice, I guess.
[He throws an arm around Dante's trunk in anticipation, trying to wiggle out of the headlock but alas, trapped. So then he starts trying to wrestle away, simultaneously kicking Dante in the sides of his shins to throw him off.
Hasn't shut him up, though.]
So old you can't operate a pickle jar on your own anymore. How tragic!
[He's laughing more than he is actually distressed at being manhandled and harassed by his beloved uncle, even as he's struggling to get away. Without whipping out his wings, Dante got the drop on him, alas...]
Sure hope we don't face down a pickle demon ever, or you're fucked.
( Another few noogies given to the kid's head, he lets him go then, bapping the back of his head with a closed fist. Playful, not at all with the intent to harm him. Just, you know. Dante being Dante. )
[He's wriggling hard enough that the release sends him stumbling a bit. He recovers quickly though, grins, and moves back in to throw his arms around Dante for the ultimate riposte:
Taking a second to really just process that, he sighs and returns the embrace albeit gently, hand gently stroking the kid's back some as he lets him hug him. He'd die for this kid. He'd also die for his brother, too. Much as he doesn't want to... he would. Because they're his family and he loves them. )
[It was impulsive. Just, you know... trying it on...
He doesn't drag it out too terribly long, mostly smug at hugging his uncle and successfully getting it reciprocated. Follows it up with a friendly punch in the arm as he backs off.]
Bag up your sink pickles if you want 'em, old man. I'm gonna clean up after I put all this away.
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( To which he points a finger at the kid and chuckles some, though it's tired. )
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Dante's not as slick as he thinks he is. But he's a feral cat in his own right.]
Right. You can blow it off if you need to. But I'm serious, okay?
[Back to unpacking his bags...]
I'm always here if you need me. I worry about you guys, too.
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Shouldn't do that. You're just gonna get wrinkles. Lots of 'em, too.
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[He glances at Dante with a put-upon, very wrinkled expression of disapproval. Then lets it melt into a smirk as he heads over to the pantry to put things away.]
Anyway. I'll be around tomorrow night if you're looking for company.
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Sigh on his lips, he makes his way over to the kid, dropping a hand down on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Voice soft, genuine. )
Hey. It's ok. We can't all be as lucky as you.
( ...catches himself there from almost saying or your old man. Someone really needs to tell the kid here about that and that someone sure as Hell isn't him. )
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So he's going to let it go, but he does look a little puzzled when Dante squeezes his shoulder. That's an odd thing to say.]
Lucky for what?
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Kyrie? Are you really that dense? Now you're makin' me feel sorry for her.
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Wh- you changed the subject! That was like, five minutes ago! Of course I'm lucky to have her!!
[And of course you should feel sorry for her because her boyfriend is so, so dumb!!! Nero would be the first to sign off on that one.]
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Do me a favor. You get out of here, take her somewhere real nice.
( She deserves it. Hell, anyone does hitching their wagons to a blood relative of Sparda. )
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Of course I will. I'll take her anywhere she wants to go.
[There's something just a liiiiiittle bit wistful in the way he says it, in his eyes, speaking of her. But he's not gonna get into that now, so he changes the subject.]
You just let me know if you need any dating advice, I guess.
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I've been around a lot longer than you, kid. Think I know how to handle that.
( His luck is just shit. Always has been. Always will be. )
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[And he claps Dante back in between his shoulders with a few solid pats of his own.]
A youthful, modern one.
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( Alright. That does it. Here he goes wrapping an arm around Nero's neck and pulling him down into a headlock, giving him a noogie. )
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[He throws an arm around Dante's trunk in anticipation, trying to wiggle out of the headlock but alas, trapped. So then he starts trying to wrestle away, simultaneously kicking Dante in the sides of his shins to throw him off.
Hasn't shut him up, though.]
So old you can't operate a pickle jar on your own anymore. How tragic!
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The only thing tragic here is your getting noogied by an old man.
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[He's laughing more than he is actually distressed at being manhandled and harassed by his beloved uncle, even as he's struggling to get away. Without whipping out his wings, Dante got the drop on him, alas...]
Sure hope we don't face down a pickle demon ever, or you're fucked.
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( Another few noogies given to the kid's head, he lets him go then, bapping the back of his head with a closed fist. Playful, not at all with the intent to harm him. Just, you know. Dante being Dante. )
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[He's wriggling hard enough that the release sends him stumbling a bit. He recovers quickly though, grins, and moves back in to throw his arms around Dante for the ultimate riposte:
A genuine hug.]
Dumbass. [Awww. A pet name!]
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Taking a second to really just process that, he sighs and returns the embrace albeit gently, hand gently stroking the kid's back some as he lets him hug him. He'd die for this kid. He'd also die for his brother, too. Much as he doesn't want to... he would. Because they're his family and he loves them. )
Yeah, I know.
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He doesn't drag it out too terribly long, mostly smug at hugging his uncle and successfully getting it reciprocated. Follows it up with a friendly punch in the arm as he backs off.]
Bag up your sink pickles if you want 'em, old man. I'm gonna clean up after I put all this away.
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( Gosh, Nero. )
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[And he scoffs as he goes to get all those pickles out of the sink. He's gonna need a shower later.]
Unky Pickles. There we go.
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Right. Well. I'm gonna head to my room then.
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[A smirk over his shoulder.]
And just let me know if you wanna hang out tomorrow. No pressure.
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You sure about that?
( Feels like he wants to spend time with his unky. )
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