AN: I decided to give it a go. And guess what, it's not a one-shot! Enjoy.
Disclaimer: The usual stuff.
Edit 07/14/2012: I made the title more stylish. Next part will be longer
Wardrobe Malfunctions, DMC Style
-Tease-
Devil May Cry shop
Saturday 03:15 am
Dante entered the main living area, running a hand through his still damp hair. Getting dirty was a hazard of the demon hunting business, but man, this icky shit-goo he could do without. Because it wasn't just blood, oh no sir-ree. It just was near impossible to get the shit out of his clothes, if not downright just impossible. The targeted demon in question had decided to go with a bang, and yours truly had practically been showered in the stuff. Whoop-die-fucking-doe. His poor, poor coat. And he really loved that coat, darn it.
Maybe he should just give up wearing stylish clothes on hunting business. Yeah, he could just run around butt naked. That was what he was gonna do. But then he would still get goo in his hair though. And for the record; his hair was white. That's right, as in LIGHT WHITE. Some even said it had a silver shine. But you know how long it took him to get it near clean again? And it hurt like hell if he had to yank something sticky out of it
He flopped down in his chair, and launched his legs and his bare feet to their usual place on his desk, crossing them at the ankles. He tilted his chair slightly backward, facing the rotating ceiling fan. Yeah, bare feet, because he was only wearing his leather pants at the moment. It was the only piece of clothing that had somewhat survived the ordeal. And did he get paid? Nope. Same old, same old. He needed money. And he needed it fast, or he was royally screwed.
"BWAHM!"
That would be the door, coming of its hinges.
"DANTE! I got a job for you!"
Yep. He was royally, royally screwed.
To be continued