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.

Comments

[superstylishschism]

Yeah...

*Ahem.*

How's the coffee, by the way? I don't use coffee makers very often, so I wasn't sure I used the right amount.

[patricided]

It's alright. Could be a little stronger, but it's drinkable.

[The creamer helped make it a little closer to what she usually made herself, but it was good enough given what he just said.]

[superstylishschism]

Huh. With how strong it smells, you'd think you wouldn't need quite so much. But I'll keep that in mind next time.

[patricided]

Here try it.

[This is totally normal offering her coffee to someone else to try it. Totally normal.]

[superstylishschism]

*He sets his utensils down and reaches over to take the mug, careful not to spill it. And he will be nice and just drink enough to get a taste.*

You're right...but it's still good. Is that chocolate peppermint?

[patricided]

Yes.

[Should she be worried you're going to steal her coffee?]

[superstylishschism]

*Not all of it! ...Although he does take another sip before giving it back.*

I'll have to keep an eye out. Dante doesn't keep flavored creamers around, he just drinks that canned stuff.

[patricided]

[She does not snatch it back exactly but there is a definitely possessive pull when she takes it back.]

It shouldn't be too hard to find. The canned stuff isn't bad either.

[superstylishschism]

I have a bias towards warm drinks, so it's not really my cup of tea.

[patricided]

Eat your pancakes before I take them from you.

[superstylishschism]

Hey, don't threaten a devil's food!

*Pulling his plate closer and there's something almost protective about the way he chomps down on the bit of pancake on his fork.*

[patricided]

Don't steal my coffee.

[Is that a grin? Yes it is. She knows very well not to steal a devils food unless she's sure she can get away with it.]

[superstylishschism]

Alright, alright...

*Smiiiiirk.*

But you didn't say anything about the creamer.

[patricided]

You don't want to know the pain that would bring.

[superstylishschism]

C'mon, you're not gonna miss one cup's worth, are you?

[patricided]

You don't need a cup of it in a cup of coffee.

[superstylishschism]

I didn't say a cup of it, I said a cup's worth. Enough for a cup of coffee.

[patricided]

I guess I can spare that much.

[superstylishschism]

*That gets a grin as he stands up and makes his way over to the coffee pot. Surely his swishing tail isn't distracting, right?*

Thanks. Buuuut touch my pancakes while I'm up and you're losing a hand.

[patricided]

[Oh no not distracting at all...she's just going to grab at it to make it stop moving.]

[superstylishschism]

*Congratulations, Lady, you've made him jump! He even whips around with his claws out in reflex, but he manages to draw them back in before his hand hits her head.*

Warn a guy before you grab him like that!

[patricided]

And I thought that was only a rule for the front.

[Ow. She rubs her cheek a bit. Okay lesson learned about tail grabbing. She's still going to play it off as a giant joke.]

[superstylishschism]

*...Wow he wants to run with that comment. But he also doesn't want her to shut down again, so he just raises an eyebrow.*

That creamer isn't spiked or something, is it?

[patricided]

Nope. One hundred percent non-alcoholic. Something wrong?

[She's not grinning behind the coffee mug in her hand now nope. Nor is she unaware of what she just said.]

[superstylishschism]

Only the fact that you're practically inviting a comment that I'm pretty sure would make you pull the plug on this conversation in less than a second.