#{devil may cry}

It certainly is never a dull moment when it comes to the Sparda family. Even while Vergil was still reaching and becoming in touch with his humanity, he still retained the rather stubborn dismissive behavior when it came to Nero and his insistent involvement with modern day equipment.

This in of itself had caused the half-devil to merely arch a brow for a mere moment. Listening to Nero go off about the importance of things like advanced technologies like cars and electronics.

Vergil himself is versed in this, but he opted to only the more basic options available. His jaw tense when Nero interrupts him, the half-devil begins to become impatiently distant-

-when a sudden hot cup of tea is presented to him.... and most importantly, a soft touch upon his cheek that signified that the fae had kissed him. Unable to react in the moment, Vergil's attention travels from the cup of tea to the fae in question.

That's when he met Tania's gaze for a small moment. The cup of tea resting in his palm for a small moment before, once lifting it to acknowledge its existence, Vergil's lips tick upward with the smallest of smiles. His face relaxing in the moment while Nero yammered on about about the next point of interest: audio books.

"Woah, no kidding. I mean, I may have had similar damage when I was testing around with Nico's more explosive devil breakers… but most of the time I do it intentionally. To test the durability, of course."

Since, in the long run, it WAS a good idea to make sure that a weapon's endurance matched the wielder's. He wondered if the same could be said for this one here, though. Scratching his chin, Nero quirked a brow.

"What the-?!"

What did she mean hypothetically- unless...! Oh, that sounds like it's going to be quite a MESS for Nero to clean up, and instantly the devil hunter leans forward slightly. A shocked expression betraying him because, oops! Hopefully it didn't damage anything like the van, otherwise that'll be an instant cut out of his paycheck!

"Uh...! I mean, well... how did it explode? Are you alright, for starters-?! Those things are pretty unpredictable so, depending on which one you picked..."

It could either be a normal explosion.

Or there could be a crater.

"And Lobo this is Virgil, he's a dear friend of mine and one I trust with my life." She explained to the beast before giving him an affectionate headpat and setting down the deliciously baked chicken she had prepared for him.

The cooked chicken that had once soothed and satiated the demon wolf had long since been ignored in an instant his nostrils flared. Eyes narrowing, ears perking ever so slightly at the sight of a devil before him. Oh yes... THIS was what the fae had been worried about, and as much as it was attempted to promise not to go at each other with malice, Lobo certainly couldn't reduce his instincts in the moment a threat had entered the ring.

More-or-less a son of sparda. The blood of a long gone dark knight, a notable and rumored fallen half-breed that had given into the temptation of greed and insatiable thirst for power.

A lowly growl, fangs showed and bared at the blue devil as Lobo's fur spiked only briefly. A common intimidation display from an apex predator.

Ah. So this was what Nero had mentioned when he said that Tania had adopted a new pet. Except, this was definitely bigger than a pet- but the good part is that despite the intimidation display, Vergil held no qualm nor interest in the wolf demon. In fact, if he had to recall the last massive dog-like demon he had an encounter with, he had learned that giving less attention to the beast would force it into a neutral state. Confidence meant everything when it came to a pack of demons, for the most part.

"I see. Meeting you here is certainly an experience I wasn't expecting."

His attention falls from the King of Wolves to Tania. A brow arching as he made himself comfortable in one of Tania's chairs. The door obviously left open for Lobo to be able to observe, although the wolf definitely had chosen to stay put and snort heavily to show his frustration in such a new acquaintance. Choosing to guard his food more than remain in attack mode, so at least there was that.

"You make some interesting friends here while i'm away. Should I be coming back here more often?"

His tone sounds flat, but his gaze that flickers towards Tania would show that he genuinely cares about her well-being. She certainly is handling this by herself, he doesn't see the need to interfere with her bond with Lobo, but he intends on understanding it a little better in favor of her.

Nero @ Tania with Lobo in a nutshell:

"Hey, just because I look like it doesn't mean I am. I mean, demons could act their own age too- but sometimes they still act like toddlers bumbling around." A weak defense, but honestly he was far too stubborn to let himself fall for something like that! In fact, when he turns to look over at her (giving her a raised brow and a tilt of his head) Nero could practically feel himself snort at the implication. A virgin? Really??

"Listen-! I'm not the kind of guy to rush anything, especially when it comes to my girlfriend, okay?? Her priorities are very important, that and… you know,"

God how embarrassing this is to talk to someone else about. It's not like he WANTED to confirm it, but let all hell burn out if he had to air out his private business when it came to himself and his intimacy habits.

"We're just taking it slow-! Since, you know, I had no idea if anything weird would happen if we started doing that. Kind of another reason why I'm careful, but still…! If that makes me immature and stuck in boyhood then what does that make my uncle then?"

Send "PINNED" for your muse to pin mine against a wall.

The music suddenly began to pick up and already things were about to get REAL interesting here. Wide vibrations of noise pulse throughout the blacklit environment that was the rave of a life time. 'Don't stop til' you Drop' was the motto here, but he certainly felt the thrum of energy swirl with each bellowing tempo of bass and electronic allure. Damn, even if he was used to listening to loud tracks like this, it was certainly hard to hear anything.

While his attention had flickered towards a specific spot in the moshpit area, Nero suddenly felt a sudden presence near him. Taken off guard, he felt the body suddenly reach and push him (rather playfully) against the nearby wall where the neon lights cut through purple blacklit setting. Forget the fact that there was a potential demon here lurking in the brightly painted faces of the ravers around them, the devil hunter merely shifts his attention when he realizes that glancing away was futile now.

The fluorescent pinks, purples, and greens sure were fucking with him, but not as much as this little devil here that decide to play cute with him. Surveying her for a moment with how close they both were, his arm pressed against the wall as lights cascade along the edge of their frames. Through the chaotic stupor around them, he could pick out the pair of blue eyes and snow-white hair.

Nero tilts his head, eyes widening when he suddenly realizes that he recognizes her. How... what was she doing here! This was HIS mission, not hers- ah, what the hell. It wasn't like he was going to chastise her in a place like this- he HIGHLY doubted that it would change anything now that the both of them were there to take care of some business.

With a snort, Nero decides to be coy about it. Smirking, he opts to tilt his head over at a particular spot he had been surveying. There was certainly some stray demon there, and they were thriving off of the sinful energy that came with an unrelenting rave such as this one.

"Hey there, Red Rose! You checkin' up on me like this all the sudden, or are you going to just keep looking at me like that?"

The rave's demonic thrumming continues, encouraging those who were not in the thrall of chaos to subtly pull towards the middle. Oh, he felt it- but could she? That unmistakable and invisible tug of one's will to follow along.

"Uh oh, guess this means you'll have to team up with me after all, huh?"