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[peaceflavored.livejournal.com]

[elevator sounds, footsteps, you know the routine]

If he's still there, I'm going to-

..

[an angry pause, and then some loud knocking banging on a door]

DANTE.

Open this door, right now!

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[h3llblade.livejournal.com]

[a groan]

Woman, stop banging the fucking door down! [and here the door opens]

What is all the yelling for? I haven't done anything! [muttered ...I think.

[peaceflavored.livejournal.com]

And that's exactly why I'm pissed!

Where the hell have you been!?

[h3llblade.livejournal.com]

...Around.


Wait. Why are you pissed? You always complain about me! Jesus Christ. Make up your mind.

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[peaceflavored.livejournal.com]

'Around'?

Seriously? Around?!

[peaceflavored.livejournal.com]

...

You haven't been paying attention to your journal, or the castle for that matter, at all - have you?

[h3llblade.livejournal.com]

Yes, AROUND. It's a good enough answer for the question.

No I haven't. I think I lost it under my bed for a week or something. Why? Anything fun happen? Did Vergil die- I mean leave?

[peaceflavored.livejournal.com]

Ugh.

[pushing past him and sitting on any available surface - table, chair, whichever he comes to first]

No, he just went crazy and near the end of it started cutting himself open.

You know weird it was taking care of someone like that, and who looked just you?

And don't get me started on Schuldig's bullshit.

[h3llblade.livejournal.com]

Wait. You're gonna have to start at the beginning with cutting himself open. There'e no way I can miss a blackmail attempt.

But he's so much worse than me, sin't he? Major douchebag. And his hair.... tsk, tsk.

What did Schuldig do? [here he sits on a different surface and face Kio, leaning forward as if hanging on his every word]


For once I'm starting to regret not having cleaned this place up.

[peaceflavored.livejournal.com]

Dante!

[and Kio slugs him one]

You're not going to blackmail your brother!

No, actually, if I had to be honest? He's just like you.

Or you're just like him. Either way.


You need to - it looks like a dump.

[h3llblade.livejournal.com]

That was a wimpy punch. You need muscles.

And why can't I?

He is not just like me. Dude's a manical bastard. Do I look manical to you?


It does not. It's just a little discombobulated.

[peaceflavored.livejournal.com]

Shut up!

Because I said so, that's why.

Yes, Dante, he is. ... Do you want me to answer that?



Close enough.

[h3llblade.livejournal.com]

Oh, fuck you. I am not maniacal. Nor am I a bastard. My parents were married when I was born, dammit.


No. It's a big difference.

[peaceflavored.livejournal.com]

Idiot, if you use that reasoning neither is he.


Pfft. Please.

If it's such a big difference, then explain.

[h3llblade.livejournal.com]

Yes he is. He was born, they got married, then came me. It's logical if you think about it that way.


I have, what, my trench, bots, and a couple shirts on the floor? Besides the two pizza boxes, it's not that much of a mess. Jesus.

[peaceflavored.livejournal.com]

... Bullshit.

Dante-logic hardly counts as real logic.

But nice try.


The shirts are what amaze me.

And it's still enough to attract bugs.

[h3llblade.livejournal.com]

My logic is just as logical as yours, dammit.

Fuck you. I needed them for winter.

There's no pizza or bugs in the room. Just boxes.