The business isn't always in the red, brother-mine. Just me.
[ there is a difference. nevermind that the last time morrison visited him the power was out and the water turned off, but that isn't the point in the slightest. dante grabs another piece himself, biting into it immediately as vergil continues. ]
You know, I work mostly as a private investigator. Who's to say I couldn't just work out of here?
[ he can't help the laugh that hits his chest as vergil all but kicks him under the table, his eyes sparkling with amusement. ] Incredibly desperate. [ he's playing with fire and he knows it, but when has that ever stopped dante from doing things? ]
[ he's going to slowly push the rest of the pizza across the table. Decidedly finished for the night, he's going to continue to press and push his feet against Dante's leg until he either kicks back or moves out of the way. ]
Just you, hm. Is that why you wear so much of the colour. Wear your reality upon your countenance, and all that?
[ teasing, mean words--but ]
If that is what you think is most effective, then I can set you up your own desk somewhere in the shop. You will likely need your own phone line, unless you plan on working out of that phone you got upon entry.
[ dante happily digs into the rest of the pizza, nudging at his brother's feet with his leg in response. he could make a terrible joke about playing footsies under the table, but he decides to bite his tongue for the time being. ]
Surely you've got a spare room in the shop that can be turned into an office, right? As for the phone line, yeah that'll probably be a good idea. Rather not have people blowing up my phone when I'm not on the clock or something.
[ just as blue is his colour. don't bring up the footsies or he'll realise what he's doing, get embarrassed about it, and stop. ]
I do. I have a few spare rooms that are used for stock that I do not have on display. It would be easy to move things around and create an office for you, if that's what you wish.
...
I would trust you to help me move things around, some of them are heavy. And delicate.
[ colored him shocked! he half expected his brother to say something along the lines of blue is better and for the conversation to devolve into a stupid argument about what color is better. he grins, biting into another piece of pizza, stretching out his leg to nudge his own foot against vergil's leg. ]
Of course, as much as I'd love to sit back and watch you do all the work, I'll help out.
I am capable of compliments. Should I have offered an argument instead? Told you that red makes you look puffy?
[ He's going to fold his hands over below his chin, now, tilting his head to the side to give him a very plain, pointed look. don't make him pull that rug, he'll do it out of spite.
he doesn't complain about the nudging, either--simply shifting to push at him, subtly. ]
If you tried to stand back and tried to have me to do it alone, I would make sure the office space I choose is the one with the window that overlooks the dumpsters out in the alleyway.
[ mostly because he enjoys hearing it, because they feel rare and precious and dante greedily wants to hear more compliments - more praise. so no, he will not be tugging that particular rug from underneath their feet today, nor will he be encouraging vergil to do so.
he'll simply finish this slice of pizza, eyebrows raising as vergil shifts to pushing his leg underneath the table. does he even realize what he is doing? dante pushes back, stubbornly determined to be the dominant one in this absent game of footsies. ]
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[ there is a difference. nevermind that the last time morrison visited him the power was out and the water turned off, but that isn't the point in the slightest. dante grabs another piece himself, biting into it immediately as vergil continues. ]
You know, I work mostly as a private investigator. Who's to say I couldn't just work out of here?
[ he can't help the laugh that hits his chest as vergil all but kicks him under the table, his eyes sparkling with amusement. ] Incredibly desperate. [ he's playing with fire and he knows it, but when has that ever stopped dante from doing things? ]
Sounds good.
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Just you, hm.
Is that why you wear so much of the colour. Wear your reality upon your countenance, and all that?
[ teasing, mean words--but ]
If that is what you think is most effective, then I can set you up your own desk somewhere in the shop. You will likely need your own phone line, unless you plan on working out of that phone you got upon entry.
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[ dante happily digs into the rest of the pizza, nudging at his brother's feet with his leg in response. he could make a terrible joke about playing footsies under the table, but he decides to bite his tongue for the time being. ]
Surely you've got a spare room in the shop that can be turned into an office, right? As for the phone line, yeah that'll probably be a good idea. Rather not have people blowing up my phone when I'm not on the clock or something.
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[ just as blue is his colour.
don't bring up the footsies or he'll realise what he's doing, get embarrassed about it, and stop. ]
I do. I have a few spare rooms that are used for stock that I do not have on display.
It would be easy to move things around and create an office for you, if that's what you wish.
...
I would trust you to help me move things around, some of them are heavy. And delicate.
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[ colored him shocked! he half expected his brother to say something along the lines of blue is better and for the conversation to devolve into a stupid argument about what color is better. he grins, biting into another piece of pizza, stretching out his leg to nudge his own foot against vergil's leg. ]
Of course, as much as I'd love to sit back and watch you do all the work, I'll help out.
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Should I have offered an argument instead? Told you that red makes you look puffy?
[ He's going to fold his hands over below his chin, now, tilting his head to the side to give him a very plain, pointed look. don't make him pull that rug, he'll do it out of spite.
he doesn't complain about the nudging, either--simply shifting to push at him, subtly. ]
If you tried to stand back and tried to have me to do it alone, I would make sure the office space I choose is the one with the window that overlooks the dumpsters out in the alleyway.
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[ mostly because he enjoys hearing it, because they feel rare and precious and dante greedily wants to hear more compliments - more praise. so no, he will not be tugging that particular rug from underneath their feet today, nor will he be encouraging vergil to do so.
he'll simply finish this slice of pizza, eyebrows raising as vergil shifts to pushing his leg underneath the table. does he even realize what he is doing? dante pushes back, stubbornly determined to be the dominant one in this absent game of footsies. ]
No need to be so cruel, brother, I'll help.