Clothes
It was difficult for sunlight to brighten the office of Devil May Cry; the building sat in a awkward place and was surrounded at all angles. Yet, somehow, one beam managed to break through the dusty windows and shine on the blue of a devil bringer sticking out from under a thin, white duvet; strands of silver hair lay upon the demonic arm and a slender foot poked out of the bottom of the cover, hanging off the edge of the pull out couch.
The warm beam bothered the soft blue skin and Shiro shifted under the cover; her head poked out as she rolled onto her back and the light hit her eye.
"Fuck…" she muttered, rolled back to avoid it and blinked slowly to clear her eyes of sleep. Where was she again? Her gaze shifted to the heavy brown desk and she peered over her shoulder to see weaponry jammed into the walls and a jukebox in the corner.
Dante's…
She'd moved in, and despite the offer of a bed she took the couch; it creaked loud enough to wake the dead when she moved and the springs dug in slightly, but it was still the best nights sleep she'd had since leaving Fortuna.
The former knight pulled herself from the bed and stumbled into the bathroom, locking the door behind her because she wasn't sure if the demon hunter was home or not - she wanted to avoid any awkward moments. She stripped and took a quick shower, using a little of Dante's body wash because she couldn't find any soap.
When she was done, she picked up her shirt and put the fabric to her nose - almost recoiling at the smell. "I have been in them a while…" she muttered to herself. The clothes needed to be washed, but…
Blue eyes drifted to the ceiling and she grimaced. Whether he was home or not, she did not want to be caught wandering around in just a towel. She grabbed one and wrapped it around herself before opening the door and peering up the stairs; the door was open slightly and she was pretty sure Dante had closed it when he went to bed.
"Must be out…" she mused as she made her way up and peered inside. Yup, empty, and she was surprised by the fact the bed was made. Shiro stepped inside and eased open the top draw of the dresser. Underwear. Nope! She slammed it shut and tried the next one, finding piles of neatly folded shirts.
Another surprise.
She didn't think he'd mind if she borrowed one while she washed her clothes and pull on a faded grey one; the hem fell to her thighs and she found it rode up when she lifted her arms even a little.
"Need shorts."
Another rummage, but she couldn't find anything remotely close to shorts - not even swimming trunks! Her eyes drifted back to the draw and she let out a defeated sigh, grabbing a pair of matching boxers and slipping them on.
"He better not come back until tonight…" she growled with a blush and rushed back down to wash her clothes.