Not a day in my life. And I ain't starting now, Unc.
[Nero gets the sense that pushing harder isn't going to work out. Either he pushes too much and Dante gets mad, or he just straight up shuts down. So he'll let up for now, turning his attention instead to taking Dante's jacket off the dryer and letting it hang from his hands.]
Anyway. Just think about it, okay? [Shake-a shake-a shake the jacket.] Here you go. I think I got most of it off.
( Arms still crossed there in front of his bare chest, he smiles faintly at the state of his jacket. )
Thanks, kid. Bang up job.
( A nod, he turns some — intends to maybe either get something to eat or put a shirt on, but. Instead, he stands there, letting his back press against the entryway as he mulls something over for a moment. )
[Nero's turned around to tidy up the laundry area, though he pauses once it's apparent Dante isn't actually leaving yet. He gazes at his uncle's back and cracks the tiniest of smiles.]
To Dad? [He thinks about it a moment.] I'd tell him that you want to talk, but you're worried about being misunderstood. So I'd ask if he could listen to you and let you finish before he takes any conclusions from it. Just like with me and him.
( It's still a little weird to hear Nero so openly refer to Vergil as dad even if that is who he is to him. He wonders then, for a moment, how life would have been if his brother hadn't made the choices he had after he — unknowingly — conceived Nero. What if he had stayed? What if he had learned he was to be a father? Would he have made different decisions? Would he have let him know he was [going to be] an uncle? So many different possibilities he'll never really know the answers to. Not that it really matters all that much since they're here now.
So, smile still faint there on his lips, he hums. As if in consideration. )
[At least he's planted a seed. Made him think about it a little bit. The funny think is, after spending time with both of them, Nero's finding he's actually worse at reading Dante than he is at reading Vergil. But he doesn't think he's bad at it, necessarily... it's just something he'll have to wait out and see.
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Kids these days. No respect for their elders. Well I never.
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[Nero gets the sense that pushing harder isn't going to work out. Either he pushes too much and Dante gets mad, or he just straight up shuts down. So he'll let up for now, turning his attention instead to taking Dante's jacket off the dryer and letting it hang from his hands.]
Anyway. Just think about it, okay? [Shake-a shake-a shake the jacket.] Here you go. I think I got most of it off.
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Thanks, kid. Bang up job.
( A nod, he turns some — intends to maybe either get something to eat or put a shirt on, but. Instead, he stands there, letting his back press against the entryway as he mulls something over for a moment. )
What would you even say to him?
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To Dad? [He thinks about it a moment.] I'd tell him that you want to talk, but you're worried about being misunderstood. So I'd ask if he could listen to you and let you finish before he takes any conclusions from it. Just like with me and him.
Something like that.
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So, smile still faint there on his lips, he hums. As if in consideration. )
Well. Good to know.
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He tilts his head suddenly.]
Hey, Dante.
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Yeah?
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[He smirks.]
I've been working out. We're overdue for a party.
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Sure thing, kiddo. Long as you can keep up.
( He mostly means with the flying part because something you sort of have to do to get there. Unless you're Vergil with a portal opening sword. )
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grinding purple orbspracticing!]...As long as we go fast and I bring a sports drink in my bag, heh.
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Is there any other way?
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[Yeah, Dad, they're KINDA BULLSHIT...]
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It is pretty rude of him, huh?
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[They're at the point Nero can give Vergil a hard time now. That's good!]
Meanwhile, us tough guys gotta walk and fly.
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( Chuckle on his lips, he smiles to the kid then. )
What a guy.
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[He smirks and turns back to the laundry. Not too much to tidy up, but a few things to put away and wipe up.]
I'm making burgers tonight. You gonna be around for dinner?
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( Asked with a lazy shrug. )
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[I mean... is he wrong though?]
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( C'mon, kiddo. )
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[He's zeroing in on a recipe that Vergil likes. Thinks he's gonna nail it tonight. Just a little breadcrumbs, an egg yolk...]
Better go rest those old bones, then.
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( To which he shakes his head at the kid, playful little scoff under his breath. )
So you and your old man have talked and everything?
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[He glances at Dante again.]
We've been hanging out. I've been trying to find things we can do together that we both like. But we've been talking, yeah, like... normal.
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( Smile there, he gives a small nod. )
I'm glad it's working out for you here. That you're getting the time you deserve with him.
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[He smiles a little when he glances at Dante this time.]
Fucked up as it is here sometimes... and as much as I wasn't supposed to be here? It's worth everything to get to be with you guys.
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You think it's fucked up? I dunno. Doesn't seem all that bad to me.
( Then again, he has a way of being rather nonchalant with whatever life tends to throw at him, so. )
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