Spring Cleaning
Title: Spring Cleaning
Author: IsaacSapphire
Fandom: Devil May Cry
Wordcount: 300
Rating: G
Pairing(s): None explicate
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry or Dante, Nero, Lady, or Trish. They are owned by Capcom. I do not make any money from this.
Synopsis: Lady's cleaning the bathroom and there's a lot of hair in the shower. Who's the guilty party?
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Dante didn't like cleaning and he had an excuse too; the stink of the chemicals hurt his nose. Nero and Trish didn't despise cleaning with the same ferocity, but they too had sensitive noses. So Lady, who, being human, had the least sense of smell, was the one stuck cleaning the bathroom every week. In fact, after several long multi-sided arguments, it had been agreed that Lady's entire portion of the rent was covered by her doing all cleaning involving chemicals.
"Trish!" Lady's voice came from deep within the bathroom.
Trish winced. "What?"
Lady stormed out into the main office. "This." The brunet waved something nearly invisible; a very long blond hair. "There are hundreds of these in the shower and I'm not cleaning them up."
Trish looked like she was considering arguing, but she went to the bathroom to clean up her mess. Dante sniggered as she left.
"Don't think you're in the clear mister, there's a rabbit's worth of white hairs in the drain too."
Looking as innocent as possible, Dante said, "Definitely Nero's."
Looking up from behind the mound of books and papers he was almost hidden behind, the young part-demon defended himself. "Lady, don't listen to him. The old man's going bald."
"I'm not going bald. I just shed in the spring."
Lady circled on him. "Was that a confession? Because it kind of sounded like it."
"Ummm…"
It was a good thing Nero was already sitting on the floor, because he was laughing so hard he would have fallen out of his chair.
"Go clean up your mess or I'll see to it that no pizza place delivers here ever again."
"Ok, ok."
After Dante had joined Trish in the bathroom cleaning up hair, Nero asked Lady, "Could you really do that?"
"Oh yeah. Who do you think pays off his tab?"