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]

Later.

[It comes out a mutter. She'd have to get up eventally, but the dimming brightness was nice and for just a moment she htought she might be able to go back to sleep. Of course her body wasn't in a cooperating mood as a few minutes later she's shifting away and out of bed entirely use the bahtroom.]

[superstylishsquid]

Alright...

*He'll let her go back to trying to sleep, but he isn't surprised when she has to get up for the bathroom a short while later.

By the time she finishes, she'll be stepping out to the smell of brewing coffee and cooking pancakes with an undertone of baked fruit. Looking toward the source of the smell will find Alastor standing over the stove, poking at a half cooked cinnamon apple pancake with a spatula.*

[patricided]

[She's in there for a while. The sound of the shower starting echoing softly through the apartment. Unfortunately, her shower wasn't exactly planned so when she comes out she's only wrapped in a towel that only reaches to midway of her thighs. She was just going to slip right on back into her room to dress but the scent of coffee, pancakes, and fruit is a little much to ignore and pads quietly into the kitchen.]

We should really get you normal clothes. The spandex is a little much.

[Never mind that it showed off his butt really well. Please ignore her as she gets herself a coffee cup and a bottle of peppermint mocha creamer from the fridge to make herself a cup.]

[superstylishsquid]

*He still hears her movement, so he's not startled when she speaks.*

I'll manage a shopping trip at some po-er.

*And that's when he looks at her and sees what she's wearing. Or rather, not wearing. As nice as the view is, he's going to quickly turn back to his cooking before she can yell at him for staring.*

You know, when I have a day when I'm not busy babysitting either Joe or Dante.

[patricided]

[She rests a hip against the counter and raises an eyebrow over the rim of her mug as she takes her first sip of what is likely to be one of many cups of coffee. Head tilting as she lowers the cup and Alastor goes back to making breakfast.

Well if he was going to ignore it she would do since he didn't say or do anything to comment on her lack of dress.]

You don't have to babysit Dante. He's perfectly content as long as there's plenty of pizza and alcohol to distract him.

[superstylishsquid]

Content isn't the same thing as out of trouble, and part of the job of a Devil Arm is to help keep their master intact, so...

*He shrugs. Still not turning around, and in fact pointedly avoiding looking at her even though he's just waiting for the pancake to finish cooking.*

Part of being the only permanent resident of Devil May Cry that has any sort of sense, I guess.

[patricided]

He doesn't usually move once he gets started.

[She sighs and pushes away from the counter.]

I'm gonna go get dressed. Try not burn the last of the pancakes, they smell fantastic.

[superstylishsquid]

*His tail's twitching a bit, but he still keeps his focus on the pancake. Such an interesting pancake.*

I'm not gonna burn 'em just because you've been here being distracting.

[patricided]

You might with how hard you're staring at them.

[Anyway she'll be going, she's pretty much exhausted her excuse for putting it off to start with. Coffee in hand she heads back to her room to change into a pair of loose short shorts and a tank top and the appropriate undergarments, before returning a half-finished cup of coffee in her hand.]

You didn't have to make breakfast you know.

[superstylishsquid]

*He does manage to avoid burning the pancakes, thank you very much. Of course, he can't help sneaking a peek at her as she walks away...that is a really nice view.

When she gets back, he's just putting the last of the pancakes on a plate to serve.*

I was hungry and I figured you would be too, so...might as well see what I could put together so you wouldn't have to cook with a hangover.

[patricided]

[Quite the feat. She sets her cup down and got to get plates out of the cabinet. Silverware and napkins shortly thereafter. She even goes so far as to set the table instead of just leaving them piled up on the table for each to help themselves too.]

It's appreciated.

[She's just going to help herself to those fabulous smelling pancakes.]

[superstylishschism]

I'm glad. I'd hate to put in the effort and then find out you didn't feel like eating or something.

*He sits down opposite her and grabs a pancake for himself.*

[patricided]

[Her fork stops halfway to her mouth and she purses her lips.]

...I guess I deserved that.

[superstylishschism]

*He raises an eyebrow.*

What do-oh. No, it's not that. I think we kinda put that behind us when we shared takeout over a movie.

I was just a little worried you'd be feeling sick after last night and not up to a full meal.

[patricided]

Oh.

[She nods and continues to eat after a moment. She's slow about it on the chance that her stomach isn't up to more than coffee after all. She isn't exactly unaware of what the headache she woke up with and the empty spaces in her memory mixed with fuzz mean.]

How bad was I?

[She sounds a mix of concerned and apologetic, not quite meeting his eyes while she twirls her fork.]

[superstylishschism]

Um...

*Is he turning a bit violet? Yes, yes he is. And seems very interested in his own food.*

Well, has anyone ever told you you're a very affectionate drunk?

[patricided]

Um...

[The fork stills, and she drops her chin into her other hand.]

You would be the first, and I'm not sure how to feel about that.

[superstylishschism]

Figures...like this isn't awkward enough.

*He prods at his pancakes a bit and clears his throat.*

You, uh...weren't exactly subtle with it, either. You even, um...

*He really should tell her, but give him a second. He's blushing even more now.*

[patricided]

How does it figure?

[Alastor you're confusing her. And that blush is not helping anything at all. It's kind of scaring her.]

I even ...?

[superstylishschism]

It'd be easier to just forget what happened if alcohol made you affectionate in general.

*Well...no point drawing it out.*

You tried to kiss me a couple times. You actually caught me off guard with it the first time so I, um. Well, I figured you wouldn't want me to let it last, even if I didn't react in time to keep you from doing it in the first place.

[patricided]

I don't make a point of getting drunk when I drink, if I drink.

[She'd just put another piece of pancake in her mouth too when he spits it out and she coughs, the piece lodging awkwardly in the back of her throat a moment before coming loose. Sipping at her coffee she finishes chewing and swallows.]

I kissed you? ...Was there tongue?

[superstylishschism]

N-no, I didn't...really give it time to go anywhere.

*He wanted to, but he didn't.*

Didn't want to go along with something you were just doing because you'd had too much to drink, you know?

[patricided]

I see. That's...that was ...

[Actually she doesn't really know what that was. And the conflict over that rolls off her.]

Yeah that would suck.

[superstylishschism]

But I managed to get you to go to sleep before you could really do anything else you'd regret, at least...

[patricided]

How'd you do that?