Thread: Damned If Ya Don't! [Devil May Cry] [Vik x Tasinga Nightwolf]

Nero wasn't getting on Dante's nerves, it wasn't easy to annoy Dante when he was in the right frame of mind. At the same time, he couldn't grasp at what the boy was saying all that much. Frankly, he didn't seem to do his research. In Dante's mind, he was very certain the prospect of Nero setting out to be his own gun for hire would have worked out just fine. If Dante was as thin-skinned as the other male, the lines he dropped about Dante and the whole 'another half-demon' thing would have warranted some sort of response of the annoyed variety. And yet, Dante continued walking. The pizza on his mind had been quite the source of motivation. When they began to approach the door beneath the neon sign 'Devil May Cry', Dante would find his smile. What a long night. And he only put down one stupid hell hound. Certainly not an impressive kill count, Nero had him beat. Nothing to complain about, though. Dante was going to get his pizza either way. After he unlocked the door, the oddly moody Nero made himself at home without any goading. That made Dante smile a bit more. Leaning against the couch was Dante's typical guitar case and it was open. With two simple motions, Dante tossed Rebellion and then both of his guns toward the case. First the hilt of Rebellion bounced off the floor along the way, causing it to slant just right before slapping into it's place in the guitar case. Ivory and Ebony's clash into the case caused it to pivot in place and the lid to the guitar case slammed shut. A display more impressive for someone first meeting Dante, as he's performed significantly more impressive displays of hand eye coordination in the heat of the moment. The guy can shoot other people's bullets out of the air with his own. Not wanting to pull off his red coat, Dante just pulled up his sleeves to tightly hug around his elbows before turning and sitting upon his unusually empy desk with a simple leap. The shop was quite the fun little place for Dante, and perfect too. Most of the peculiar weapons around his office were collected along the various jobs he's taken in his long long career of Demon hunting. One in particular was a demonic looking brief case that would sit atop the refrigerator like a normal man would place his keys. That briefcase in question was particularly useful in Dante's adventure when he first met Nero. Hard to imagine, he was even more swamped in emotions then. Poor boy. Though, in his defense, the orphan had to lose a friend and fight to save a woman he loved. Dante's eyes narrowed as he turned his head in Nero's direction. A game of pool? Are you playing with yourself? Dante grinned, distracting himself. With another leap, he left his desk and started walking for the door. Opening the door just as a man approached the door, Dante immediately signed the paper and took the pizza. Sorry, no tip! He added shutting the door as a final motion in his pizza retrieving flurry. Poor human guy had no idea the interaction would be that fast. Stepping away with the pizza, Dante grinned to Nero. Right on time. Dante would mutter as he made his way back to his desk to set the pizza down. Popping the box open, Dante immediately frowned. Who puts olives on pizza? He commented with his eyes narrowing before snatching a slice from the box and quickly devouring half of that slice. At least it's still hot! He noted, turning to Nero before making his way to the pool table. Go on, then. Have yer fill. He invited Nero to join him in the pizza eating.