[ there are too many maybes for dante to hope, but he does regardless, he sits and waits for memories to filter in so the weight can lift from his chest and he can finally breathe again. he'll need a drink after this one, he thinks, something strong enough to quell the demon in his blood that demands violence, that demands blood, that demands─
he huffs out a laugh, shoulders raising in a half-hearted shrug. honest, it wasn't a serious suggestion. ]
Right, right, please forgive me. [ dante continues to clean his hands with the shirt, seemingly unbothered by the fact the shirt was supposedly expensive. well, it isn't anymore, fabric is fabric in the end of the day, better he ruins this thing further than get blood all over vergil's tea towels. ]
Might have to burn it. [ he comments offhandedly. ] Unless you want someone rooting through your trash looking for some demonic blood. That shit can be potent, even half demon blood.
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he huffs out a laugh, shoulders raising in a half-hearted shrug. honest, it wasn't a serious suggestion. ]
Right, right, please forgive me. [ dante continues to clean his hands with the shirt, seemingly unbothered by the fact the shirt was supposedly expensive. well, it isn't anymore, fabric is fabric in the end of the day, better he ruins this thing further than get blood all over vergil's tea towels. ]
Might have to burn it. [ he comments offhandedly. ] Unless you want someone rooting through your trash looking for some demonic blood. That shit can be potent, even half demon blood.