Complicated homecoming...

[superstylishsquid]

It had been years since Alastor had last seen this town, bustling with humans and reeking of demons. It was almost comforting...if not for the fact that he knew his master was here. The master he'd abandoned without a word, who would be fully justified in striking him down for his insubordination. But it wasn't in Alastor's nature to run. He'd had his taste of freedom, now it was time to face the consequences. If he was lucky, maybe he could come out on top this time and be truly free.

But that would be once he entered Devil May Cry, something he would wait until daytime for. He didn't want to catch his master just returning from a demon hunt and ready to shoot anything that had fangs and claws. So in the darkness of the desert night, he stood atop a building across from the Devil Hunter's shop. His senses were attuned for any hint of magic approaching him, but he might not register an ordinary human right away.

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[superstylishsquid]

He still doesn't get how a towel is much different from pants, so he's just going to sit on the couch with his snack.

"Sorry if the thunder was a bit loud, by the way. It was my way of sending a message."

[patricided]

"It was fine."

[superstylishsquid]

He nods and rolls up a bit of the meat to chew on, then pauses.

"And, uh...lemme know when you've gotta leave. That storm's going to go for a while on its own, but I can stop it if you want."

[patricided]

She takes another shot. The crack of the balls hitting each other filling the immediate silence.

"Probably after I finish this game."

[superstylishsquid]

"So no calling winners, huh?"

Which, with a solo game, would basically just be challenging the one playing.

[patricided]

"Not without pants."

[superstylishsquid]

"If you take your time, I should be dry enough that my wings won't drip on anything I put on by then..."

[patricided]

"We'll see what happens."

[superstylishsquid]

"I'd suggest hurrying up, if you don't want to get your butt kicked."

He turns to look over at the pool table with a cocky, albeit still playful, smirk.

[patricided]

"You're assuming you can kick my butt."

She keeps playing at the same pace as before. Not particularly worried, though it isn't hard to tell there's a certain amount of frenetic energy to her shots or how she paces around the table.

[superstylishsquid]

"You're doubting my hand-eye coordination? Well, now I have to play."

He spreads his wings out and gives them a flap or two, still smirking.

[patricided]

"Should I? Games not done yet, and you're still pantsless."

She might have been mildly concerned if she'd actually been facing him to see the smirk. Besides she had every intent of leaving just soon as she got the 8 ball in the pocket.

[superstylishsquid]

"Hmmm...I guess I can afford to get them a bit damp. I'll be changing outfits when I switch to human form, anyway."

He tosses the last of the lunch meat into his mouth before getting up and heading toward the closet Dante stores his old weapons in.

[patricided]

"That wasn't an invitation."

She very nearly yells it, instead it comes out as a sort of annoyed screech. The sound of the door for the closet opening and closing making her turn in puzzlement. One that stays in place even as she turns back to her game to begin finishing it out.

[hellspawnedhero]

That finally gets Dante to look up from his magazine, raising an eyebrow at her.

"If you don't wanna play, why not just tell him?"

[patricided]

She turns, head cocked to the side.

"You're going to pay attention now, really?"

[hellspawnedhero]

"Who says I haven't been? Just didn't see a reason to interrupt your little chat 'til now."

[patricided]

"Could have fooled me with your nose buried in that trash."

[hellspawnedhero]

"Awww, c'mon. You don't think I can split my attention?"

He'd never bring it up, but he would've been dead a long time ago if he couldn't keep a constant awareness of his surroundings.

[patricided]

"When it suits you."

[hellspawnedhero]

"Would be pretty damn stupid of me to not keep an ear on my own office, wouldn't it?"

[patricided]

"Worst that could happen is I'd shoot him." She actually has the presence of mind to sound a little guilty about that.

"And living in your office really isn't healthy."

[hellspawnedhero]

The look he gives her is slightly disbelieving. Like he thinks she wouldn't have gone out on a job without holy water on hand. Though he hopes she wouldn't pull that against someone who was just being obnoxious.

He doesn't comment on that, however, opting instead to turn a page in his magazine.

"I got a room upstairs."

[patricided]

She has done that though if he remembers their first actual exchange when he dangled her off the side of a tower. Granted her fuse had been far shorter then.

"You're still living where you run a business. It's about as healthy as you living off pizza and strawberry sundaes."

[hellspawnedhero]

"And here I am, healthy as an ox."

He grins, quite deliberately missing her point. Meanwhile, the thunder outside stops, quickly followed by the rain. An unnaturally short amount of time later, the storm is gone, the only indication it had ever been there the wet ground.