"Bitch."
"Asshole."
"Slut."
"Dicksmack."
And
it went on, continuously as it had for the past, what felt like an
eternity, but had probably been less than five minutes. One couldn't
convince one slightly annoyed, no, make that highly annoyed
devil hunter of that however. He glanced from one to the other. His
brother, curse him to hell and back was casually polishing a sword,
as he tended to do. Couldn't fault him for that, weapons needed to be
cared for, he knew that. Vergil knew it better it seemed, since he
currently had what appeared to be an armorer's collection of weaponry
at the side to the desk.
Everything from katanas to swords Dante hadn't seen in ages, and had basically tossed aside for others...He glanced at the other desk, saw Trish busily working away at paper work. Ironic that a demon would find interest in such mundane affairs, even as she too tossed the verbal assault back like some sort of bizarre tennis match. But...He rubbed his hand over his face, and sat back, deciding to ignore it, so far they hadn't moved from their respective corners.
"Dumbass." He quirked an eyebrow, that was directed at Vergil, who being the more proper, if one could call the uptight attitude of his, 'proper', had volleyed back with, "Whore of Satan."
"Oh yeah? You're his
long lost spawn. What'd they do? Cast you away because you were too
small?"
"Mommy????"
Dante winced, THAT would irk Trish, she hated it when either of them reminded her of the fact she more than resembled their dearly departed mother. He pretended not to watch, and not to care, as his hand slid down his side toward his gun...
She merely snorted, "Had I been? I would have shot myself on the spot."
"Too bad."
Maybe it was over, he could breathe now. But...
"Slime."
"Oh
baby, I knew you loved me."
HAD Vergil actually said
THAT? Dante really looked at his brother, and shook his head. Still
polishing away at a sword as if he hadn't a care in the world.
"You know it stud." Trish blew a kiss at him, and kept right on writing.
What were those two smoking and why hadn't they shared? He shook his head, and waited. It'd escalate now. And...
"Best you never
had."
"I thank GOD every day for that."
"So
do I. But just think, of all the fine times we could have had."
"Oh
yes, I am withering away with misery due to that fact. I pine for
you."
If she put any more drama into it, he'd present her an award, Dante thought. He glanced again at the two of them. Still acting like nothing had happened.
"But...I don't like
dogs."
"Woof babe."
"Jackyl."
"Vulture."
"Sleaze queen."
"Man whore."
Dante rolled his eyes, if they were gonna rip each other's throats? He'd let them. He got up, cast them both a disgusted look and walked out, muttering, "Go ahead kill each other. I don't give a shit anymore." He slammed the doors after himself.
"What's his problem?" Trish looked up toward Vergil, and asked that.
"I haven't a single
notion."
"If you ever did? I'd be impressed, you're
such an airhead."
"You love me."
"Like I love herpes."
"See? I knew you did." He winked, as she grinned back at him. Both went back to their respective work.
