#devilhunterpatty

🥀       ───     "Dont tell me not to worry about my own daughter," Dante replied sternly while tending to Patty. He wasn't her actual father, but felt damn close to one ever since taking on the job as her guardian. Very difficult work, a pain in the ass at times, but the Devil Hunter took his role seriously & he couldnt lie to himself about caring for the kid. Patty had wormed her in way into his heart in the most stubborn, & infuriating ways.

Gotta hand it to her for being able to hold onto that childhood spark that many adults loose often. But he wouldn't just lie to himself and say he wouldn't get overly excited for seeing a place of great memories for him, either. Can't help but put a smile on his face, despite having to literally chase her down from the parking lot earlier.

Now he's being dragged along by her because he isn't moving his feet fast enough once again.

"Alright, alright- hey! I'm movin'!" He calls out to her, testing her grip on him a bit with the tiniest pullback. Just to slow down to a normal pace, after all the joint looked a bit busy. Maybe. Well, it had a bunch of potential customers already milling about, so it had to be. That'll be a little bit of a pain...

"That I did, eh?" Nero agrees, doing his best to kill the feeling of his insides shutting down at the mere thought of interacting with people. Something he's quite used to. But it's not his day, it's her day, and he promised.

"You sure do love this place, eh? Is the candy that addictive?" The tone is lighthearted and joke-like, not to make fun of her but genuinely curious.

It had been another long day. Dante and Vergil only allowed her to help with so much and she had to pick up the pieces of her life somehow, she couldn’t just sit around in a shop all day waiting around for them to decide something was safe enough for her to tag along. So, she branched out where she could. Using her truck she helped Nico with deliveries, both for clients and for Nero’s garage itself to source supplies for the inventor and expert weaponsmith. With those deliveries came more connections and before she knew it people were calling her with other odd jobs.

If she could schedule her day just right she could have a nice gap in between her deliveries, time of her own just long enough to train and to practice. She was only a human but the more the brothers reminded her of that fact the more she wanted to prove them wrong. She hadn’t landed square in their world for no reason and she was determined to prove them wrong. There was another who might understand those struggles. Someone who, when she stepped through the threshold of the Devil May Cry office with a chime from the door bell, rushed to throw her arms around her with a big tight squeeze that shocked a laugh from her.