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Vergil ([personal profile] kowase) wrote in [personal profile] advivo 2023-06-04 11:28 pm (UTC)

[ if he was expecting people over, he'd definitely call and cancel, with how he looks right now. he's tired, today's barely half over and he already feels like it's done. And now there's Dante. Literally koala-clung onto him, and now they're rolling.

They're falling and he lands directly on top of the other with a low 'umpfh' sound as air leaves his lungs from the action. He recovers quickly--and while he DEFINITELY does try to get up; he realises it's in vain as Dante's got his fucking monkey grippers applied directly into places he can't pull him off, from this angle.
Maybe making use of some of the fresh new holes in his once-fine jacket.

He makes a long-suffering sigh. This is childish.
You know what fuck you, he's going to reach for dante's shirt, sweater, coat, whatever he's wearing, and use THAT to get some of the gunk out of his eyes. ]


Have I ever told you that you are a brat.
Because in this moment that is the best possible word I can use to describe this action you have taken.
Have you never been patient about anything in our lives.

[ he sighs again. ]

Fine. Have it your way.
I took up one of those... strange missions that inane Libra app put out monthly. Not for the money, but rather, because of the attractive reward of a magical weapon it offered as a prize.

The task it requested was one that seemed simple. I even brought along one of the store's new employees I recently hired--Jekyll, as I planned on having him deliver the item once we found it.

However, when going to the location where the item was apparently last seen, we were... sucked into some sort of black tear in reality.

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