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post-battle, a good few hours after everything has calmed down.
well, Dante didn't really get a chance to properly check in with Zulius, did he? no, no he really didn't. and considering how much stress the guy's been under recently, it'd be really shitty of him to just leave without making sure to check in.
so Dante scavenges a bottle of the nice whiskey before turning on his heel and hunting his... huh. Zulius really is family now, huh? he was family before but Dante's notice the recent change, the shift in the air so to speak. the whiff of demon that hangs around the zebratuar. so, he's practically an in-law now, right? or something akin to it. either way Dante hunts him down, following that familiar scent until he finds the man in question. ]
Hey Zules, want a drink?
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He's looking a lot less put together than he usually lets be on show. His shirt is rumpled, his make-up is smudged and his mane isn't perfectly groomed- a few stray hairs are sticking out haphazardly. Normally on hearing someone's voice he'd vanish upstairs to gussy himself up, so he's PRESENTABLE in public. But he's so fucking tired and Dante's practically family, so this once, he'll let it slide.
So he abandons the cot he's folding up to walk over with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes but he's trying . He notes Dante doesn't look too hot, either. Unsurprising, he doesn't know what went down with the spider guy, but it can't have been good.]
With you, Sugar Tits? Always.
[ He leads Dante off to one of the booths, where he can at least rest his zebra half while he drinks instead of standing at the bar. He casts the other man a worried look.]
How're you holding up? That was all... garbage.
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he can't stop himself from giving Zulius a look at the smile, both as an admonishment and assurance. he doesn't have to try around Dante, not after all the shit they've been through before all of this. he's family, real family, and as such apart of a very exclusive inner circle that doesn't get subjected to the mask he always wears.
Dante steals a couple of glasses from a nearby booth, setting them down on the table and pouring them both a drink. ]
Not as well as I'd like, if I'm being truthful. [ he pushes a glass toward Zulius and levels a worried look of his own. ] Same goes for you, I imagine.
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At Dante's look, his ears flick back guilty, just for a moment. He's been caught out and he knows he really can't girlboss his way out of how godamn tired and miserable he is right now. And honestly, Dante deserves better than a half-assed attempt at covering it all up. So the smile fades.
He takes the drink, turning the glass this way and that in his hand, before heaving out a sigh.]
So true. As junk-ass birthdays go, I think this is the new Worst One. Your bro's managed to outdo being himself being literally kidnapped by a cult last year. Like, it wasn't a competition, Vergil.
[ He takes a whole slug of the drink. Yup. It's gonna be one of those nights. He can't his head to Dante.]
How about you? Didn't you go to deal with that creepy spider guy?
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[ there is no avoiding it, it is in their nature. they protect as fiercely as they care and when they care they really really care -- a terrible mix of demon possessiveness and the human capacity for affection. Dante himself has done numerous stupid things to ensure the people he cares about are safe including and not limited to consigning himself to the Underworld knowing he wouldn't be able to escape anytime soon.
there is a shift in his posture at Zulius' question and the half-devil exhales, leaning back into the booth and bringing up his glass to his mouth throwing the whole thing back. the burn is nice, really nice. ]
Yeah, I did. [ because he couldn't let Wolfwood go alone as much as he didn't want to leave Vash behind to stew in his own anxiety. ] Wasn't much of a fight, the guy threw people into dreams intended to trap them there forever or something.
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[ Because the concept of actually losing Vergil is not something he's had to wrestle with before- it came close when Krusnik happened but this was... something else. It's left a deep, unpleasant stone of fear in his stomach, and he can't seem to shake it.
So instead, he chooses to focus on Dante. That's easier. He pours them both another drink, frowning.]
A dream huh? Somehow I'm not getting the impression this was the fun kind.