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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[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.

[patricided]

"You're an idiot," she mutters with a roll of her eyes.

And then there's silence as all the background noise from the rain stops. The suddenness jarring to her senses, her eyes shifting to the light streaming in the windows like it had been there all along.

"Subtle of him."

[hellspawnedhero]

"Subtlety's overrated, anyway."

[patricided]

She shakes her head, "You two are perfect for each other."

She sets the cuestick down and takes a few steps toward the door.

"Oh and making him sleep in the closet is sort of crappy even for you."

[hellspawnedhero]

"What sleep? Guy just hangs around wherever the hell he feels like all night. Usually steals the couch to read those comics of his."

[patricided]

"He has to sleep some time. And he'd probably more comfortable with an actually room as opposed to a closet with the rest of your toys."

[hellspawnedhero]

"Hasn't complained yet."

He looks over at the closet, just as something loud falls on the other side of the door.

"Well, aside from letting me know Beowulf's still an ass. But I'm workin' on figuring out something for him."

[patricided]

She takes the thud as a sign to get herself moving again. Lady gives Dante a pointed look about Alastor's living situation and waves over her shoulder as she heads for the door.

"Good. Tell Alastor I said bye and I'll see you around, Dante."