[ 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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[ 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.