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maybe that's been my plan all along ;)

[ Soon comes quick enough, three sharp knocks heralding his arrival. For once the devil hunter is without his signature red coat, choosing instead a black shirt he may or may not have stolen from Vergil before leaving. What? They're the same size and he hasn't gotten around to mending his own clothes yet. Sewing isn't one of his strong suits.

But yeah, hey Klaus your visitor is here. ]

[he leaves the text message as is, even if it does have him wondering: why the hell would dante want to make him blush of all things?

and thankfully, klaus just so happens to be downstairs already whenever the knocks rap against the door. quicker than he'd been expecting, that's for sure, but he hurries to answer anyway, tossing the door open with a flourish and a smile.] Heyyy, Dante! Nice shirt, [he compliments. weird to not see the trademark red coat, however.

klaus's wearing his usual leather and lace-up pants, though he's forgone any other skin-revealing things for an oversized, fuzzy quadri-colored sweater instead.] Come on in, I'm just finishing getting shit together.

[ Because he's terrible and it's amusing and he'll latch onto any distraction he can get at the moment ─ not that Dante will be admitting any of that out loud anytime soon.

He's all smiles when Klaus opens the door, looking him over with a quick sweep. ] Thanks, it's Vergil's. [ He walks in only to turn around on his heels, fingers pointed towards Klaus. ] Nice sweater by the way, pastels look good on you.

[ Though he has a feeling there isn't much that wouldn't look good on Klaus, considering how well the man tends to dress. Dante turns again, another quick spin on his heels, and glances around whistling. ]

Nice place too.

[uh...huh... well now, doesn't that sound familiar? even right down to the ‘not planning on admitting anything.’

his immediate response is, “wait, vergil as in ‘daddy?’” but thank the fucking lord that's not what actually comes out of his mouth.] You mean your brother, yeah? You're welcome, regardless. [and there goes dante, making fingerguns, complimenting him again. in spite of himself, klaus feels his lips curving and reaches to cup a hand around his face.

shit, it's been a while since someone's had the ability to disarm him this easily. what the actual hell?] Thanks, [he finally manages in return,] even though I can't take credit for the whole house. My other friends that live here, they helped build, too.

[you'd be surprised how ecstatic klaus'd be to hear dante likes how he dresses— before he gets derailed again though,] Want a tour or should we just get right down to business?

That's him. Tall, brooding, and deadly.

[ After giving the room a good look over Dante turns on his heels to face Klaus again, grin still planted firmly on his face. Maybe he noticed, maybe he didn't, Dante doesn't make it easy to see past that debonair exterior. ]

As undoubtedly magnificent as the rest of this place might be, you really got me interested in your brownie making abilities. [ And he might just be a little hungry at the moment. ] Besides I'm sure I'll get to see the rest of this place sooner or later.

Sounds about right, even if I've yet to experience that last one. [a beat] Yet? [let's hope he won't ever have to.

klaus's hand falls away right as dante turns back around, mouth curving higher in spite of himself and eyebrows arching with consideration. dammit, man, keep it together. it's actually not that difficult— oh, good, a distraction.] Sooner or later, yeah.

[one hand gesturing toward the staircase,] Stairway to Heaven, [then he chuckles, rolls his eyes and heads that way, pitter-pattering up the first few.] They're pretty good. Not, like, ‘knock your socks off’ good but... Definitely better than some I've made.

Hopefully you don't, I'd hate to see you get hurt.

[ The comment comes with a wink and wide grin, head cocked a little to the side just so some of his hair starts to fall across his vision. It's difficult not to laugh when Klaus gestures towards the staircase, falling in quick step behind him. ]

Every cook is his own worse critic. [ Dante takes the steps somewhat languidly. ] Who knows these might be the best brownies I've ever had, giving you illustrious 'knocked Dante's socks off' award.

I— [actually, klaus doesn't have a proper answer for that, so he goes with something entirely different instead.] Careful, Dante, I might think you're sweet on me or something.

[because making jokes and pretending like it's an obvious thing is far better than accepting that dante might actually give a shit. blessedly, there's a distraction at the top of the stairs in the form of a cat who's pacing back and forth, meowing softly once he reaches her.]

Hey, Ash. [while he bends forward and scoops the feline up, tucking her into the crook of his arm, the other hand rubbing her ears as he continues into the bedroom, casting a glance back at dante.] I mean, you're completely right about that. And if they knock your socks off, I'd say that would be a helluva compliment.

Could you blame me?

[ Joking aside, he won't lie that he gives some level of a shit. Klaus is... Well he's an interesting guy, managed to catch his attention pretty damn quickly with that whole mess with V. Good looking, charming, the sort of person Dante wouldn't at all mind hanging out with. Birds of a feather, or something?

The cat quickly catches his attention, watching Klaus pick her up and tucking her into the crook of his arm. Without prompting Dante finds himself smiling, reaching up to rub the back of his head. He can remember wanting a dog as a child, something big and loud that he could chase around the yard of their home. He never did get what he wanted, but none of them did really.

Dante looks up, catching Klaus' gaze, and grins. ]

More like an award, it's pretty had to knock my socks off.

[without missing a beat,] Not at all.

[regardless of not knowing dante long, he'd have no qualms admitting he would fight someone else for him if necessary. and let's be real, nero, vergil, and v are included as well. the whole sparda crew (assuming trish is part of it too?), honestly, but something about how he and dante clicked so easily is... hard to explain, although that might work fine. or something.

how lucky, dante's about to have some company of his own since klaus isn't quick enough at stopping her.] Shadow, no—! [as an all-black shiba inu seemingly comes bounding outta nowhere, scampering across the rug and leaping toward dante's legs.

he catches his friend's attention and smiles in return, a bit more ruefully, considering the puppy that's attacking dante's shoes like they've done her great harm.] Sorry, man, I'm still trying to break her of that.

The brownies might at least be award-winning, for whatever it's worth? The. Cost of your shoes, I guess— Shadow, quit it, oh my God. [no use, unfortunately.]

[ Any other time he would have reacted faster, not been so effectively caught off guard by the bundled of black fur scampering across the floor towards him. Dante jerks a little as she barrels towards him, switch to start attacking his shoes as though they are the biggest evil to come across the puppy's path.

Surprise fades quickly as Dante laughs, leaning down to scoop the dog up into his hands. ]

Hey, look at this little rascal. [ She's adorable, far too adorable. He glances to Klaus and just grins, shaking his head. ] It's all good. These shoes of mine have been through worse.

[ He shifts Shadow to effectively cradle her, immediately going for those good scratch spots he knows dogs definitely love. ]

Aren't you cute? Yeah you are.

[klaus's opening his mouth, readying another scolding for her, although dante stops him with the reassurance before he gets a chance. well, he might be fine with it, but others could not, so... alright, she can get away with it for now; later on though, he'll make sure she knows better.

in spite of himself, he laughs at the excited yelp she lets out whenever dante picks her up, shakes his head and heads toward his bed where everything's been set up. with the utmost care, he sets the cat down on the folded comforter, sits down next to her while reaching for the nightstand drawer.]

God, Dante, you're gonna spoil her. I can already feel it. [but the eye-roll following his remark is playful, the smile lifting his lips fond.

and shadow eats it up, of course, lapping at dante's arm wherever she can reach as he gives her those good rubs, tail wagging, feet kicking excitedly.]

She'll end up with an ego at this rate, too.

[ He continues those rubs as he heads into the room, grinning as wide as a kid might, encouraged by both the pup's reactions and the laugh from Klaus himself. He can't help it! She's adorable and that name of her's reminded him of a big cat he had to deal with some time ago─ long story, not going into it.

Despite the affection he piles upon her, once he reaches the bed Dante releases Shadow to the floor below giving her one more head scratch for good measure. ]

What can I say? I'm a sucker for cute dogs.

[ Dante straightens up, glancing over the bed and Klaus, lips curved in a fond smile. ]

Don't think she'll be the one spoiled today. Look at this, if I didn't know any better I'd think you were planning on spoiling me.

[shit, that's right, v's big-ass hellcat has the same name... well, it should prove interesting when they're both in the same room, shouting for completely different animals. not going into the whole story is fair though, they aren't here for that.

before her feet are even on the floor, shadow's already attempting to scramble out of dante's arms, just so she can whip around and start pawing at his boots again, only deterred by the final rub her head gets— then she's back at it.

he's trying really hard not to laugh, but it's so goddamn adorable, he can't stop it.] Consider yourself whipped, then. [because look at how cute she is! gods help them, they're doomed.

an absent glance is cast toward the tray where there's a couple of plated brownies then klaus shrugs his shoulders, somehow having the decency to even seem sheepish.] Hey, I treat my friends well, alright? And these are some of the best. [from the drawer comes a palm-sized, heart-shaped rose quartz with a hole in the middle, though not all the way through.]

So, you eat whatever you want of those and, long as it's okay with you, I'm going to smoke a little. I could climb out onto my balcony if you prefer?

[ He doesn't pay much attention to the assault once he lets go of her, letting the pup do whatever the hell she wants to his boots. They'll be fine, he's put them through worse after all.

Instead the devil hunter sits himself down on the bed beside the tray, grabbing one of the brownies without a moment of hesitation, watching Klaus pull out that quartz from the corner of his eye. A brow raises, head tilting while he takes a bite from the brownie, shrugging. ]

And bereft me of your company? Klaus, please, I'd much rather you here then out on the balcony. [ Munch, munch, munch. ] Besides, bed's more comfortable.

[hopefully they're at least clean because imagining shadow ingesting demon gunk is... eugh. poor tiny doggo wouldn't know any better and quite obviously does not give a shit about what might be on dante's shoes. just keeps right on chewing until something else finally catches her attention for the moment.

he stalls with what he's doing, eyeing dante while he picks up the brownie and takes a bite without even second-guessing, causing his heart to flutter— which is silly but damn, it feels good knowing he's doing alright. noting the eyebrow raise toward what's in his hand, klaus averts his gaze, shifts the stone around to show the second small hole at the pointed end.] It's a pipe.

[then he reaches back into the drawer with his other hand for something else, a small glass jar comes out and klaus grins.] Seriously, Dante, you're a goddamn smooth-talker, [following a laugh while he packs the bowl, carefully sparks it, inhales, holds – one, two, three – and murmurs through a smoke-filled exhale,] Hell yeah it is.

[ Well, they are clean as they are going to get. There really isn't much demon gunk to get on his shoes these days, well aside from his own blood, but either way they should be fine. Not that he has to worry about them once the pup decides to focus her attention on something else entirely, it allows Dante to shift his feet without fear though so that's a plus.

He isn't the sort to hesitate, rushing in head first without thought of the consequences; a habit unfortunately developed by the fact he could survive pretty much everything that was thrown his way. Physically at least. A habit that still persists regardless of his near death and then subsequent death not long after. Dante's tried to curb it but... Well it isn't as easy as you might think.

But man, these are some good brownies. Probably the best brownies he's had in a while, a long while. Dante chuckles, taking another bite of his brownie as Klaus explains the stone. ] Funny shape.

[ The compliment only makes him preen, grin wide as he shifts to get himself even more comfortable. ] Don't forget devilishly handsome. [ Finishing this bite Dante blinks, eyes widening. ] ─Oh! I said I'd tell you about the demon bike when I got here, didn't I?

[nah, she'll be totally fine. she's a resistant little thing from the looks of it, doesn't even seem to mind when she goes ass over tit trying to chase a sock, just lands – smack! – right onto her back and lays there, feet in the air, eyes barely open. naptime, it would seem.

to be fair, klaus did warn him, though that doesn't mean he expected dante's blatant lack of hesitation. like damn, one might think he has no self-preservation at all. (maybe they should start a club for themselves and other fools?) dante better not go off being unnecessarily reckless with klaus as his friend because hey, guess who's a big ol' hypocrite that'll call him out on it? three guesses, the first two don't count.

(but in dante's defense, it is hard as hell.)

oh good! he'll love hearing that once dante finishes and the wait begins. until then, there's another spark of his lighter and more smoke, he coughs into his empty hand, twists the stone around again.] I dunno, I think it's kinda cute? Better than being dick-shaped or something. [a faint snort.

reaching out to pluck up the cat so dante's got more room, his hand holds gently yet firmly as he moves her onto the highest part of the headboard, only withdrawing after she's resettled despite being disturbed. when his attention directs back toward dante,] Oh my God, I can't believe I forgot that. [he elbows his pillows upright, props against them, suddenly looking far too eager.] But I absolutely didn't forget how handsome you are.

[ Despite his attempts otherwise it's likely going to continue on until the day he finally kicks the bucket for real. It's hilariously hypocritical of him, of course, as he is undoubtedly going to be upset when someone else (specifically those close to him) goes ahead and does something unnecessarily reckless─ and then act incredibly surprised when others get equally angry at him.

Old habits die hard. ]

Nothing wrong with a dick-shaped pipe. [ He grins, gratefully making use of the room made for him, picking up another brownie from the platter. ] But yeah, I suppose it is kinda cute.

[ That grin only grows with Klaus' eagerness, all but preening at the undivided attention, adjusting himself once more until he is looking up at Klaus from an incredibly comfortable laying position. ]

First, it might be a little egotistical but I really like hearing you call me handsome. [ More than he should, probably. ] Second, yes the demon bike. It's simple and complicated at the same time, you see back home we had something of a pest problem and because of that my partner ─Trish, blonde, smoking body, absolutely wicked, you'd know her if you saw her─ got turned into a demonic battery for something else.

[ He takes another bite, humming happily as he does so. ]

When I found her, she threw a motorcycle at me. [ Dante snorts. ] It's actually how I realized that it was Trish, she did the same thing the first time we met. Ruined my damn shop too.

[seems about right though, honestly. everybody is somehow hypocritical in some way like that, whether it's being upset with people going out and being reckless or calling someone on their shit and getting mad when it happens to you in return.

point is exactly that; it's difficult, giving up something one's so used to.]

Except, y'know, looking inappropriate as hell at all times. [it isn't really a complaint. also, let's be real, he's still got that stupid cock-lantern floating around his bedroom somewhere, a pipe with a similar shape wouldn't surprise anyone after knowing him long enough.] Thank you, [klaus chirps, effervescent as ever while he watches dante get even more comfortable.

who would've thought things could be so simple again? inviting people to eat edibles in his bedroom and talk about demon motorcycles, all while getting his flirt on. damn, not to mention the fact dante's having a second brownie already! he must've ultimately done alright on those— and isn't doing half bad with his vamping, either.]

Listen, hot stuff, I'll call you whatever you'd like me to. Especially the more often you visit me. [a faint pause so he can grin.] Don't really care how self-centered it sounds, either. [then he goes quiet again, listening intently to dante explain how the bike came to be. oh, hey, he knows trish! hasn't met her, technically, but he'd heard her voice and seen her on the network. rather than interrupt, klaus nods understandingly, wrinkles his features with curiosity after the whole demon battery thing comes up. he hasn't heard about that yet, but he eventually will.

for real, dante, you're gonna be blitzed off your ass. however, all he does is chuckle to himself.]

Did she hit you with this motorcycle or...? If so, damn, you are far more resilient than I ever would've thought. Er, unlike your shop. [another laugh, although this sounds wrier.] Oh, and I know Trish, by the way. Met her over the network the same day I met you, actually. She's absolutely smoking-hot.

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