Martyr of Limbo;

♥– “Indeed it was. Please?” Kat leaned forward as he sunk into his chair, eyes large with curiosity. No doubt the Vergil she once knew was gone, but the medium wasn’t too quick to give up on the idea that he could learn to have fun again. “I’m thinking the park. Or the bay! How long has it been since you had a swim? Actually…” Her eyes trailed his torso with a scrutinizing stare, before looking back up to his cerulean gaze. 

“Euh,” he makes a very clear sound, one sickened by the thought of swimming, particularly in the bay. Filtered water had a tint to it, so he couldn’t imagine his white skin after taking a dip in the unfiltered cesspool surrounding the city. He’d probably turn green, especially his hair if a film clung to him. “Years.” The last time he was even remotely near a pool was in his adoptive parent’s custody, so… Ten years of age? Maybe a little older?

♥-- “Um...” She could almost giggle at his discrepancy. But japes aside, this was no laughing matter. “Let’s go get something to eat,” she spoke softly, as not to seem like she was giving him orders. “I’ll pay! What takes your fancy these days, Mr. Sparda? Perhaps a medium rare steak? Broccoli and cheddar soup? You always used to like...” Kat slowly trailed off upon the realization that this replacement of her old friend likely had little in common with the first edition. 

♦-- “Good!” Dante spoke with feigned immaturity, jutting his chin out and turning around.

♦– “It is.”

♦-- “I am offended!” 

♦– Dante’s eyes brightened at her colored cheeks, reaching over to lightly ruffle her hair, “You do enough by bein’ in my life.”

♦-- “It is.”

♥-- “You’re a dork,” Kat said with a wide grin, pushing away his arm. 

♦– Dante’s grin widened noticeably with the soft lips against his skin, turning his head fully to look at her after the witch had pulled away. “Anything for a friend. We’re family now.”

♦-- Dante’s eyes brightened at her colored cheeks, reaching over to lightly ruffle her hair, “You do enough by bein’ in my life.”

♥– Kat looked down at the floor, blushing slightly– as she had not intended to fully push them from the counter. 

Dante shrugged his shoulder slightly, not caring about the incidental mess that Kat made. He’d get to cleaning it up later, eventually. 

♦– “I know you are but what am I?”

“You’re a pain in my ass, is what you are,”

♦-- “Not yet, but I could be a pain in your ass, very soon.”