Formality
"...and so, therefore I, Dante, devilish demon hunter extraordinaire - thankyou- hereby decree... (is it decree?) you, Nero... Nero... hm... hey, what is your last name anyway?"
Nero rose a brow as he stood across from Dante, whose feet were propped up on his desk as he leaned back at a dangerous level on his chair with a shit eating smile on his face.
He was torn between amusement, confusion and just plain annoyance, a simple fact that'd started the moment the half-devil drug him from his daily duties to his 'work' desk, only to tell him to stand in the very spot he now vacated while he himself occupied the only usable chair in the foyer. Nero contemplated walking away, no questions asked (he doubted he wanted to know what the hell Dante was up to), demand to know what he thought he was doing, or critize the older man for his apparent stupidity and then walk away. Mulling it over for a few seconds in his head, he sighed conceedingly and gave Dante a flat look, "What are you doing?"
"Formality, kid. Just making sure all my employees are being recognized in the substantial world of business."
"That... doesn't make any sense."
The grin grew wider, "It doesn't have to; do you have any idea who I am?"
Nero snorted.
Dante ignored it with a wave of his hand and proceeded, "... hereby decree you, Nero Whashisface," Nero blinked "to be an offical devil hunter at Devil May Cry, and under me- I mean- my care, Dante, devilish demon hunter extraordinaire."
"....that's it?"
"What do you mean 'that's it?'"
"No contract? No benefits? Not even some blood ritual where I swear my loyalty to Devil May Cry for the rest of my life?"
"Oh, there'll be benefits," the older man replied with a leer, "Lots and lots of benefits."
Nero resisted the urge to go over and smack him on the head with his Devil Bringer, "Quiet old man."
"Great! Now that that's over and done with, come here and give me a kiss to finalize everything."
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." Nero said as he began walking away into the kitchen.
"So no kiss?" Nero flipped him off.
Dante chuckled quietly as he watched him go and stroked his chin thoughtfully, promising to himself that he'd find another way to cinch this formality. Maybe even with the kinky benefits Nero wanted so much.
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