I'm putting the A/N at the beginning this time to thank XeroSoul32 for your feedback; I have taken it into consideration, and it will be in the next chapter!
Side note: I was wrong about their age! Until I figure out how to fix it, please ignore the mistake in the previous chapter (and in this as I may have written it here as well). I'm currently trying to figure out how to edit a previous chapter.
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Vergil waltzed on through the cut. Dante, on the other hand, hesitated. Was making another portal really a good idea?
'Hurry up, Dante.' Vergil groaned, his patience running thin. 'Unless you want to remain there for the rest of your unfortunate life.'
'Vergil, just give me a moment,' Dante sighed as he walked through the slit. As soon as he did, the portal closed. He swung around, looking where it was, as if it were a new thing to him.
'I'm not used to that thing closing up so quickly…'
'You haven't done it as much as I.' The older brother spoke with triumph. That's at least what it sounded like to the other half-demon.
'No need to be so cocky, Verg.' Dante chuckled and grinned when his brother groaned and picked up his pace.
As Vergil thought, the rest of the way home was Dante cracking terrible jokes.
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'Please, shut. Up…' Vergil rubbed his temples when they finally reached the "shack". 'I can not take another one of your ludicrous jokes!'
'That's some strong words for a man who would be homeless without me.' Dante's grin grew when Vergil didn't say anything; he had won!
'Do not think you've won,' Vergil pushed his brother away from the door, opening it and stepping inside. 'I will think of an answer as soon as my head stops pounding.'
'Come on, my jokes weren't that bad!'
Vergil walked around, taking in his surroundings.
Everything was just as the older half-demon had thought: filthy, disgusting, and straight-up horrifying; there were papers everywhere on the desk, and guck everywhere. Little insects skittered away if you got close.
The place looked as if it were to fall apart at any second.
While it did hold some good things—a jukebox and an electric guitar—those weren't enough for the place.
'Dante…' Vergil sighed. 'You really need to fix this place.'
'What do you expect from a man in debt?' Dante raised an eyebrow as he walked in, gently closing the door behind him.
'I expect him to get some money.' The elder brother retorted and glared at his twin. 'The next job you get, you are insisting pay. And be careful of property damage!'
Dante just stared at Vergil. 'Are you … trying to help me?' It was an honest question.
Vergil sighed, 'yes, isn't that what brothers do? Now, clean up that desk and wait for a job. I am going to attempt to get some fresh air.' He walked out of the place, the door falling off a hinge.
'Don't go far!' The younger brother joked, waving his older brother good-bye. Vergil simply rolled his eyes and walked down the block.
Dante waited until he knew his brother wouldn't be able to hear him. He picked up the phone, and dialled a number. Pick up, pick up, thought he.
'Hello?'
'Nero! Come on over, I have a special job for you.'