Vergil had never been the pizza type. But with one that is as your brother and the reluctance to cook, there was not really any other choice.
Dante loves to try on new things. One can see that through his choices of assorted toppings. One day it would be Tuna, another Hawaiian Delight. When there was this once that he grimaced at the smell of the soy sauce on his Japanese Teriyaki, he settled for Meat Lover.
Well, for a month or so at least. If Vergil recalled correctly.
So he was not expecting Dante to still be savoring over a slice of Meat Lover, with extra pineapple and mushroom, when he returned to Devil May Cry after his month-long mission.
"That's a change," he casually put down Yamato on the couch and headed to the desk, where the remnants of poutry and vegetables on pastry was placed and where Dante was licking his fingertips in his seat. Apalling of a choice for dinner as it was, he was too hungry to let that concern him.
Dante shrugged half-heartedly, picking up a random magazine with his greasy fingers, much to Vergil's dismay, and started looking but not reading. "What is?"
Scorning slightly at the sight (of the pizza and of Dante's unhygienic act), he took a slice and bit a mouthful. "No new flavors at the parlour?"
His brother rose an eyebrow at this, "your point being?"
Sighing in defeat, Vergil regretted ever starting it in the first place. "Never mind." He proceeded to walk away with the piece of cold cheese and meat that was his dinner, and was forced to a halt when his hand was held.
"I don't get tired of delicious things easily," the magazine was no longer in his hands. It had never served its rightful purpose in the first place. "Especially when they taste really, really good." And his fingers started wandering off up Vergil's arm.
Vergil paused at his ministration on his dinner, then shook off the other's hold, ceasing him from reaching places he was not supposed to be reaching... yet.
"I have no intention of getting oil and your germs all over my garments," with long strides, he got to the couch and sat down. "Get yourself cleaned while I finish up my dinner." Another bite. "Then we'll resume the topic on... taste."
Dante needed not to be told twice. He skipped halfway up the stairs, "haven't I told you yet, Verge?"
Vergil turned to his brother and decided to keep quiet on the nickname for once. He was in a good mood, afterall.
"I love it when you're all spicy."
With that Dante dashed up on his remaining journey to the bathroom with a grin and an annoying chuckle, merely missing a loosely aimed summoned sword to the head.