[[This is supposed to be as canon as possible; if I get something wrong, please tell me what and where the canon contradicts something I said! For instance, I can't find anything confirming or denying if Viridi uses Dark Pit's nickname, help? Thank you!]]
Every Day
"Pittoo!" Viridi yelled, hands cupped around her mouth to make it louder.
"…"
After a minute of silence, she let out an annoyed sigh. She crossed her arms and spoke in a relatively normal tone. "Fine, Daaark Piiit…!"
"Hm?" He looked up from his seat on the other side of the room, a book she'd forcibly given him about carnivorous plants in his hands, pretending he genuinely hadn't heard the times she'd tried getting his attention with that hated nickname.
"I'm so bored!" She leaned further back in her own seat, arms thrown upward. The seat she'd chosen, like many in her domain, had a plant or two growing on it and now its leaves were in her hair. "Can't you go get something?"
"What am I, an intern?" Dark Pit derisively held the book back up so he could read it instead of listening to her.
"You wanna be a hero, don't you?" Viridi persisted. "Well here's a quest; fetch me some cake!"
"I'm not an intern or a hero." Dark Pit flipped to the next page of the plant book, because the previous page was boring and not because he had finished reading it.
"You're a freeloader is what you are." Viridi huffed as she slid deeper into her chair, obviously lamenting giving him a place to stay; just not seriously enough to get up and kick him out, or anything that took effort like that. Instead, she employed the tactic she knew worked on all of these tall, stuck-up types. "Pleeease?"
"Eh?" He leveled a glare at her, lips curling into a sneer at her antics.
"Please please please ple-ease!" She leaned forward, lower lip trembling in a way they both knew wasn't genuine.
"You're annoying." He threw the book at her.
"Aah! Hey, have more respect; a tree died for this thing!"
"That just makes me want to set it on fire."
"Burning books is frowned upon by every culture, you know!"
"Meh." It was Dark Pit's turn to lean back, trying too hard to show he didn't care.
"… Alright, if you're gonna be a big baby, why don't I read to you?" Viridi smirked, and purposely held the book upside down. She read very slowly, and intentionally mispronounced every word with more than two syllables. "To be defined as carnivorous, a plant must first exhibit an adaptation of some trait specifically for the attraction, capture, or digestion of prey…"
"Ugh! Fine, you brat!" Dark Pit flung himself forward out of the seat, sick of her voice. "I'm leaving!"
"Bring back cake!" She called after him, making her voice into a sing-song.
"No way!"
There was a particular ledge in Skyworld that Dark Pit had taken to spending time on when he wanted to think. It was accessible by walking from either Palutena's Temple or Viridi's not-a-fancy-palace-temple home, so he could almost always get to it without having to rely on one of the goddesses' good wills to help him fly there. He hated having to do that, and furthermore considered the only thing worse than having to live somewhere based around flight with the disadvantage he'd inherited from Pit was having to live on the Overworld where nobody needed to fly but everything was awful and dumb. There weren't any more random monsters at his hangout like there apparently had been before he had been made and helped out with the latest war, which meant he was totally alone; just like he wanted.
Dark Pit walked to the edge of his private spot and plopped down with his feet dangling off the edge like he always did. He looked over the gorgeous view in front of him, sky everywhere; though it was better in the twilight, blue was the most boring color sky came in after all. A gentle breeze blew his hair back, and he closed his eyes. This was why he came out here, not just to stare longingly at open air but to be able to appreciate the sensations of nobody talking at him or wanting him to do something he didn't want to do. He leaned forward, relaxing slightly, and absentmindedly he spread his wings to feel the air current. Abruptly, and in a very unlikely event, the wind changed direction; his messed-up wings caught the breeze better from behind than from the front. Dark Pit squeaked in terror as he was suddenly pushed just enough by the sudden gust to slide off the ledge to the sheer drop downward.
He remembered every time something similar had happened, the trauma of this event spurring any relevant flashbacks as if he was unconsciously trying to remember how he'd not died last time. Someone had always been there to catch him when he'd left solid ground, whether it was Pit or Viridi. But nobody was there right now; he'd chosen to be alone. He didn't reflect on how this was why he needed friends, or even have it cross his mind that he wanted one of them to be there now to grab him. Instead, he panicked with deliberate intent and grabbed the ledge with flailing arms, hands clinging to the solid ground as firmly as he could manage. His wings batted wildly and did absolutely nothing, but he managed to get a hold on something with the toes of one foot. Sandals didn't have very good gripping strength, but it was enough.
His attempts to find somewhere for the other foot failed, leaving the limb dangling over open air. The foot that was secure wasn't quite secure enough that it would actually help, but Dark Pit would still have preferred that for both feet instead of one having nothing at all. He tried flinging himself back up in one movement using just his arms, and managed to barely move before one of his hands slipped from its grip. It was luckily on the opposite side from the free-hanging foot, or else he might have slipped all the way and fallen. He tried pulling himself up enough to get the other hand to hang on again, and failed twice before snagging somewhere firmer. Dark Pit took a moment to breathe, and to force his wings to stop moving around so he could put all his energy into not falling; his instincts told them to panic, but his instincts seemed to think he could fly and thus weren't actually helpful here.
It was slow-going clawing his way up; first having to use all his upper body strength with just his hands, only able to pull himself up a small amount with every expenditure of effort, before he'd managed to get a concrete enough hold with his feet to quickly push himself back to safety on the platform. He didn't stop getting to solid ground until he had gotten far away from the ledge, where he stayed on his hands and knees and let out rapid, harsh breaths; what had just happened shook him, to the point where he was literally shaking. He climbed to his feet after a while and begain to pace back and forth, waiting for the shakiness and his adrenaline to wear off. He wasn't shivering due to cold, but he found that rubbing his arms helped a bit and that his teeth insisted on chattering. Dark Pit cursed quietly, but he was careful not to accidentally summon some deity of wind by swearing at the wind that had caused this specifically; couldn't be too careful with all these obnoxious gods waiting for prayers. It took what felt like half an eternity for him to get over his fright enough to actually do anything or go anywhere. He felt like he should be so much better than this, he wasn't even physically injured there and yet he couldn't calm himself down; what an embarrassment!
The door slammed shut. "Did you bring cake?" Viridi expectantly called from the next room, having no trouble knowing who it was by process of elimination.
"Go away." Dark Pit grumbled.
"It's my house!" Viridi complained; he probably hadn't wanted her to hear, but he hadn't been talking quietly enough for her to miss it. Viridi stuck her tongue out at him for his choice of words, using her goddess projection powers to be sure he knew. She didn't wonder why he seemed more upset than usual, since she knew he wanted her to pay less attention to him and she wasn't going to put effort into something nobody wanted her to do.
The door to Dark Pit's room slammed shut.
Dark Pit walked slowly back to that spot he found special, having calmed down some from what had happened earlier. He wasn't about to forsake his ledge because of one incident, though it wouldn't be likely for him to dangle his legs off like that for a long time now. When he neared the place, however, he saw Pit already standing there; bouncing on his toes, and shielding his eyes from the sun with one hand in order to see the view that the spot offered. Pit had apparently heard his approach, and whirled around with his arms outstretched and a smile plain on his face.
"Oh, there you are Pittoo! Usually you're here earlier!" Dark Pit growled under his breath, annoyed that Pit apparently didn't know he was in the top three reasons Dark Pit came here at all.
"Don't call me that. Why're you even here, Pit?" He wanted to get this over with; today wasn't a day where he felt like he could deal with the quirky cast of characters he spent too much time with.
"I wanted to hang out!" Pit said. "You seem upset, so it'll be good for you, you know?"
"I'm 'upset' that you're bothering me, so why don't you go bother someone else?" Dark Pit put his hands on his hips and his nose in the air. "And anyway, you think I'm always upset, since I'm not constantly smiling like an idiot."
"Just because you've always got that wilted plant expression on doesn't mean I should just leave you to sulk around all day." Pit insisted, putting his own hands on his hips and pouting.
"Yes it does!" Dark Pit went from anger to the realization that he'd just agreed to Pit's insults about his frowning and sulking. "I mean- you- argh! Leave me alone and stop mocking me!"
"I wasn't trying to mock you, Pittoo, I-"
"And quit calling me that!" Dark Pit yelled louder than he usually did, fists clenched. The adrenaline rush from being in danger earlier was still going strong, and he wasn't coping with it very well at all.
"I'm your friend!" Pit finished his sentence without acknowledging Dark Pit's complaint. There was a pleading tone to his voice, his posing and expression were ridiculously earnest in wanting them to spend time together.
Dark Pit let out a long-suffering sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Your definition of a friend is a lot like my definition of stalker."
"Aw come on, friends are supposed to hang out!"
"Then where do I sign to stop being anyone's friend?" Dark Pit nodded once as if to seal the statement, or to imply a 'so there'.
"You can't just not have friends!" Pit was shocked. "What would you do if you were sad? You can't be saying that you don't ever like everybody else does!"
"I'd rather bleed!"
"Then a friend could help you patch yourself up!"
"I'll patch myself up! End. Of. Discussion!" Dark Pit turned away from the other angel. If Pit wasn't going to leave, then he would instead to get away from this moronic conversation.
"Pittoo, come on! Wait!" Pit took a token amount of steps forward, knowing that chasing his friend wouldn't help but not feeling okay with just letting him storm off. Dark Pit ignored him and sped up his pace.