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Eva loved to sew. It was something she did in her free time when her boys were out and her husband wasn't home. She could sew cutrains, shirts, dresses, among many other things. She often used a mannequin to model the dresses that she sewed for her best friend and herself, but one day Dante got ahold of it and used it as a practice dummy for his swordplay when his brother, Vergil, wasn't home. Eva wa upset, so as fitting punishment-until Sparda could buy her a new mannequin-she made Dante model her dresses while she worked on them. He was disgruntled to say the least. They were in the living room, Dante standing uncomfortably while Eva sat on a short ottoman, sewing happily.
"Mom, how long do I have to stand here?" he asked every hour.
"Just a while longer," Eva always patiently responded.
Dante huffed. "Can you imagine if the front of the house fell off right now and someone saw me in this?!" he gestured to the frilly white and golden gown that he wore over his usual clothes (red shirt and black jeans). The straps hung off his shoulders, making him feel awkward-more than he already was. For a young man of sixteen, this was no way to spend a Saturday afternoon.
"That's not going to happen, dear," Eva chided and stuck the needle back into the fabric, working along the hem.
"What if we all got struck by lightning and they found me dead in a dress? I'd never be able to show my face at school," Dante complained.
"You wouldn't have to go to school, sweetie, because you'd be dead," Eva pointed out, not really interested in all his fussing.
"Or what if one of my friends walked in right now-" Dante stopped as he heard the front door creak open. That was all the motivation he needed to bolt, hiding in the nearest closet.
Vergil walked in the living room and started to pull off his coat. "Hello, Mother," he said brightly and kissed his mother on the cheek, throwing the coat over his arm. "Have you seen Dante?"
Eva tried to supress a naughty smile, which Vergil noticed-he noticed everything-and curiously quirked an eyebrow.
Eva leaned toward Vergil and whispered in his ear, "He's hiding in the closet," as she pointed to where Dante disappeared.
"What's he doing in there?" Vergil whispered back, following his mother's lead.
Eva closed her eyes and shrugged innocently. Even more intrigued, Vergil walked over to the closet under the pretenses of hanging up his coat, although he really just wanted to find out what his brother was up to. Eva forced herself not to giggle as Vergil open the door and was met with the sight of Dante in a dress. Vergil was stunned and amused to say the least, unable to fight off the smirk that plastered his face.
"Don't. Say. Anything." Dante hissed at his brother through clenched teeth.
A moment of silence...
"Are you coming out of the closet, Dante?" Vergil asked innocently, still smirking.
Eva burst into giggles at the look on Dante's face and then once again her children were fighting on the floor. She had to break them up so her dress wouldn't get torn.
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