A/N: A short drabble that fell into my head while trying to circumvent writer's block.
Disclaimer: I still don't own anything.
New Assets
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No!"
"Aww come on!"
Lady sighed in exasperation.
"For the last time Dante, no!"
"But why not? I just wanna see 'em..."
"..."
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?"
"Fine! But just one look, nothing more. I don't want you getting any ideas."
"Yay!"
Grumbling under her breath, Lady undid the clips, revealing her two treasures to Dante's eager eyes.
"Woah... these new ones are so... shapely."
An offended look flashed across Lady's face.
"What?! Were the old ones that bad?"
"Well they were a little small... no offence meant, babe."
"Dante, I swear to god I'm gonna kick your ass someday."
"..."
"Dante?"
"..."
"Dante?"
"..."
"DANTE!"
"What?"
"You're staring."
"I can't help it! They're so... big."
Lady blushed.
"Can I touch them?"
"DANTE!"
"What? It would be a crime not to. Take it as a compliment babe."
Lady considered his request for a moment.
"Fine. But in return you have to stop calling me babe."
Dante looked pained at having to give up his favourite pet name for her, but he still reluctantly agreed.
He reached forward and poked one of them.
"Dante!"
"What?"
"Don't poke them there, that's rude!"
"Sorry ba-"
He quickly caught himself, visibly straining against the urge to call her babe.
"Alright, I think you've had enough now."
"One more minute?" He pleaded, gently thumbing one of the tips.
"I mean it Dante." She growled, her voice filled with warnings of unspeakable consequences should he attempt anything else.
Sighing, Dante removed his hands, muttering under his breath.
Lady rolled her eyes as she reached out...
and closed the display case holding her two new handguns, re-fastening the safety clips with a sharp click.
Dante waited until she had left the room before slumping further into his chair.
"Women...".
A/N: So that's it, hope you liked it. Please review and if possible read my other DMC story, A Hunter's Surprise and see what you think, as the curse of writer's block is stil claiming my imagination. Ideas would be much appreciated, and whoever comes up with the most outlandish one will get a story credit. Ciao for now.