[Nero's disappointment is immeasurable, even if it's not surprising, and his day is already close to ruined enough for him to be here. Devil May Cry itself brings up all sort of memories he doesn't really want to delve in, and he can't help but look in the corners of a shitty shop like the knowledge he has now will give him so unexpected revelation he didn't notice before.
Like a book titled only "V" tucked into a corner. Or a piece he can recognize as a shard of Yamato. Something that --
Something that maybe only family would notice.
Nero grits his teeth, rubbing a thumb between his brows so he doesn't start the fire now.] Can you be serious? [He drops his hand, pushing open the door the voice came from.
If Dante propped up drinking a milkshake denotes how serious he can actually be, then Nero's shit out of luck.] I came to talk to you. For real this time.
[And maybe the furrowed brows and the purpose in his expression -- knowing he came here for a very specific purpose -- maybe there's a touch that could be familiar there, on another's face.]
absolutely valid
Like a book titled only "V" tucked into a corner. Or a piece he can recognize as a shard of Yamato. Something that --
Something that maybe only family would notice.
Nero grits his teeth, rubbing a thumb between his brows so he doesn't start the fire now.] Can you be serious? [He drops his hand, pushing open the door the voice came from.
If Dante propped up drinking a milkshake denotes how serious he can actually be, then Nero's shit out of luck.] I came to talk to you. For real this time.
[And maybe the furrowed brows and the purpose in his expression -- knowing he came here for a very specific purpose -- maybe there's a touch that could be familiar there, on another's face.]