advivo | ic contact.

[messaging dante the next day hadn't been his initial plan but hey, here they are. klaus had immediately wanted to make sure both dante and gaige were okay after getting rhys settled down, though most things don't go according to plan on klaus's end and he has gotten to where he's just accepted that at this point.]

hey man it's klaus
i just wanted to say thanks for helping diffuse that situation yesterday
you didn't really need to but we both know it was good you did [and he's got a damn good feeling dante had been there for gaige.]

also wanted to make sure you were okay and see if you needed anything
like healing or a stiff drink
maybe something stronger? i got that too just
whatever might repay the fact you helped because god knows you deserve it

[ Fact of the matter is Dante wasn't expecting any time of message from any of them any time soon, so to say he's surprised when Klaus' message appears is putting it lightly. ]

hey it's no problem
she wouldn't have been that pissed if she didn't actually give a shit about rhys
and there is a difference between killing some bandit and killing someone you actually care about
it's not a burden someone her age should bear

[ Shit, he really needs a stiff drink. ]

just a bit bruised nothing a hot bath can't fix
but fuck yeah a stiff drink and whatever else you've got hidden away sounds amazing
klaus you're company would be payment enough everything else is just a fun extra bonus

yeah that's what i was thinking too but idk man
she seemed REALLY fucking mad and i'm pretty sure she would've killed him
without regret even which is almost a little more terrifying if they're ‘friends’ as it were
but no nobody should have to have that kinda weight on their shoulders

[good thing he's just re-upped his supply of vodka, then.]

then you should do that if you haven't already
also: eat bananas!! the vitamin k in them will help
i've also got aloe vera gel you could rub on the bruises for extra relief [maybe klaus was doing everything possible to ignore the fact dante's just said he enjoys his company, but if he doesn't acknowledge it, what kind of asshole does that make him?]

didn't know you were such a flatterer dante
vodka's the stiffest i got but there are leftover edibles if you're alright with those

yeah
she might just need some time to blow off steam and stop thinking with her murder brain
with any luck they can sort it out without beating anyone into paste

[ He hopes. ]

and miss the opportunity to hang with one of my favorite people in asgard? perish the thought
besides i'm used to pain
bruises like this have nothing on a sword through the chest [ Dante don't just say shit like that so casually. ]

that's me, a natural debonair
why the hell not

more than likely
feels like if i hold my breath for that i'll turn blue tho so maybe??
a mediator wouldn't be the worst idea

[hoping is one thing, being prepared for more fallout is another.]

oh my god dante please [s t o p, you'll make him blush— except not really. (or so he'd think?)] i already like you ok? don't gotta butter me up so much
me too but that doesn't mean it still won't hurt
can't say i know what THAT kinda pain feels like
what the actual fucking hell man???

charming the pants right offa me lemme tell ya
fair warning: they're goddamn strong
like might put you on your ass for longer than expected strong

give it time?????
maybe broach the subject in a week or so??

[ Yeah, he's done with trying to figure out this mess. For the moment at least. ]

it's the truth
well there is a few things you don't know about me
namely that my profession has the habit of getting my impaled
a lot

klaus the way you're saying this makes it feel like a challenge
besides i'm more than happy to spend my entire day on my ass

a week sounds like a good solid amount of time to wait

[and some odd days, maybe? just in case gaige is still ablaze instead of smoldering.]

appreciate the honesty hot stuff
it's alright there are some things you don't know about me too
if i had to take a stab in the dark i'd say it's safe to say you aren't human?
or have some hella resilience if you keep getting shiskebabed

take it however you like i'm just telling you they're good
and hey if you haven't got any plans then grace me with your company for a few hours

how about i tell you all about it over a stiff drink and some edibles
because i sure as hell don't have any plans right now and would be honored to grace you with my company
we can share stories and i could get some of that aloe vera you mentioned before

sounds like a bitchin plan to me man
walk your happy ass over to my place while i get everything set up and ready to go
then we'll do that and i'll get you aloe and uh
do you like cookies or brownies better?

times like this makes me miss my demonic motorcycle [ Well it's his until Trish takes it from him. ]
you're the best klaus really
uh... i like both but why don't we go brownies

walking is kind of a bitch sometimes... demonic motorcylce tho?? i'm listening [let trish have whatever she wants, tbh.]

and it's no big deal! but again i appreciate the praise
okay then brownies it is 8) i'll find you a good one

i'll tell you when i get there ;)

once again, i must reiterate that you're the best
and no i won't stop praising you definitely not when it's deserved
i'll be there soon

ooo even better! sweet idle chatter while we bake

[ha...haha... that was a shitty joke, but he's not sorry.]

seriously dante you are gonna make me blush
and then i'll have to punch you because i don't think i've done that since i was like twelve
alrighty then see you soon

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?

[ This is how you know you're in trouble: Vergil is using voice instead of text. ]

Dante. Where are you.

[ Well... shit. ]

Whatever has got you pissed off? I didn't do it, it's not my fault.

We both know that that's likely not true.

[ There's a pause as he takes a deep breath. ]

About Nero. Did you know?

This time I'm sure it is.

[ Oh... There's a long silence before Dante exhales, tone shifting to something more serious. ]

Yeah, I knew.

[ Oh, Dante.

That was the wrong answer. ]

And you didn't see fit to tell me?

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.

[ Fuck.

Good job, Dante. ]

Why would I? Not only is it in the past, it isn't my story to tell. I hadn't really thought about catching you up with all the shit that happened in your absence considering all the shit we've been going through here.

[ That came out a little snappier than intended. Dante exhales again, dragging a hand over his face. ]

[ It isn't my story to tell. Obnoxious, how Dante tends to make sense from time to time. There's a low breath, more of a growl than anything. ]

And where were you when this was happening?

[ He's not blaming you, Dante, really. But also, where were you when his son was murdered? ]

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