[ it isn't like it doesn't hurt at all, it still does, fucking stings as muscles and flesh knit themselves back together with a speed normally not seen in humans. he can't help the laugh, the realization his pain threshold feels... normal again, that he isn't in utter agony one might expect from being stabbed in the ribs with an incredibly sharp kitchen knife.
(he has to go see a guy about a 300lbs gun after this.)
he has to laugh because even if the blow had hurt as much as he had expected it to initially, the move itself was so very vergil. It's exactly why dante makes no other moves, only watches as vergil attempts to clean the blood from his hands and crosses the room to sit at the dining table, elbows resting on his knees and head tilted down.
with vergil settled dante moves about the kitchen, sparing a glance at the pool of blood left on the tiles. he shrugs off his coat, then shirt, tossing the former onto one of the chairs of dining room table while he runs his now crumpled-up shirt under some hot water. better clean that blood up now before it has a chance to stain the tiles, he thinks, ringing out his shirt and moves back to the pool. ]
Something like that. [ okay, well... here goes nothing. ] I'm not human, not completely. [ dante crouches down, using his shirt to wipe up the blood while ignoring the stains of red on his own chest. ] I'm sure you heard about the whole demon problem in the city, yeah? Well, that sort of shit is normal for me. Demons, magic, witches, it's pretty run of the mill back home.
[ only when the tiles come up clean does he stop and lift his gaze to vergil. ]
And, well, to put a long story short our mother attracted the attention of probably one of the strongest demons out there; the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda. It was one of those epic love stories, they got married and had a pair of bouncing baby boys.
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(he has to go see a guy about a 300lbs gun after this.)
he has to laugh because even if the blow had hurt as much as he had expected it to initially, the move itself was so very vergil. It's exactly why dante makes no other moves, only watches as vergil attempts to clean the blood from his hands and crosses the room to sit at the dining table, elbows resting on his knees and head tilted down.
with vergil settled dante moves about the kitchen, sparing a glance at the pool of blood left on the tiles. he shrugs off his coat, then shirt, tossing the former onto one of the chairs of dining room table while he runs his now crumpled-up shirt under some hot water. better clean that blood up now before it has a chance to stain the tiles, he thinks, ringing out his shirt and moves back to the pool. ]
Something like that. [ okay, well... here goes nothing. ] I'm not human, not completely. [ dante crouches down, using his shirt to wipe up the blood while ignoring the stains of red on his own chest. ] I'm sure you heard about the whole demon problem in the city, yeah? Well, that sort of shit is normal for me. Demons, magic, witches, it's pretty run of the mill back home.
[ only when the tiles come up clean does he stop and lift his gaze to vergil. ]
And, well, to put a long story short our mother attracted the attention of probably one of the strongest demons out there; the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda. It was one of those epic love stories, they got married and had a pair of bouncing baby boys.