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

[hellspawnedhero]

Pause. Shrug.

"Dunno, but I know you get a hell of a lot of exercise."

[patricided]

"You're just dying for me to hit you aren't you?"

[hellspawnedhero]

"Hey, c'mon, it's a complement! I like an active woman."

[patricided]

Do you hears crickets chirping? She does.

[hellspawnedhero]

After a pause, the teasing grin fades. If she's just now realizing he was serious about liking her, maybe...

"Y'know I mean it, don't ya?"

[patricided]

She's not just realizing it, she's just fine with processing verbal information thanks. Really getting used to the idea is an entirely different idea.

"What is it with men and thinking any sort of admission of interest means we hop right into bed."

[hellspawnedhero]

He huffs and folds his arms.

"I was hoping I'd at least get to flirt without you getting pissed off at me."

[patricided]

"You need lessons in flirting. I'm not some floozy you're picking up in a bar."

[hellspawnedhero]

He holds his hands up in a gesture of surrender.

"Alright, alright. How 'bout we try this a different way, then? Glad I'm getting a chance to spend time with you outside of work."

[patricided]

That takes some of the wind out of her annoyance. She doesn't say anything at first instead taking another bite off the slice of pizza.

She shrugs. It isn't bad now that she's actually doing it. And he isn't exactly complaining either. "Alot easier to do when you don't sound like my being here is a burden."

[hellspawnedhero]

"A lot easier not to complain when you're not just here to talk about work or money."

[patricided]

"I guess we both have things to work on okay."

[hellspawnedhero]

"Yeah..."

He holds one arm out in an offer of a hug.

"But you're someone that's worth the effort."

[patricided]

Chewing her lower lip she shifts. It can't hurt to let him hug her. She's just going to keep her pizza as far away from him as possible all the same. Her cheeks a little pink again.

"Thank you?"

[hellspawnedhero]

He's a little disappointed that the pizza stays out of snatching range, but the hug is nice all the same.

"Hey, not just anyone gets me to try for something serious."

[patricided]

She's learned a few things over the years with him. Is he really surprised that she kept the pizza out of reach?

"I'm flattered." She's never seen Dante put a serious effort into anything, maybe she finally would.

[hellspawnedhero]

No, just disappointed.

"Oughta be. My standards are a hell of a lot higher when I'm not just lookin' for some short-term company."

[patricided]

At least he got to eat most of the pizza?

"You have standards?" She's sorry but that's actually terribly funny to hear come out of his mouth okay. So don't take the snickering as an offense?

[hellspawnedhero]

He clutches the hand not on her back over his chest and leans back as if in pain.

"You sure know how to wound a guy."

[patricided]

She rolls her eyes and starts to pull back, the position starting to hurt a little.

"I did shoot you in the head twice."

[hellspawnedhero]

"Also said you wouldn't date a demon, and yet..."

He gestures vaguely as she pulls back, trying to refer to the nature of the two she was interested in.

"Lot can change in a decade and a half, huh?"

[patricided]

"You were pretty vocal about not dating someone that shot you in the head."

She knows okay. She kind of jumped the gun a bit when she was a teen.

"You kind of deserved it at the time."

[hellspawnedhero]

"Can't argue there..."

He scratches the back of his head and coughs awkwardly.

"Ass don't begin to cover it, huh?"

[patricided]

"Not even remotely."

[hellspawnedhero]

"Guess we've both changed."