#duxfides

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“Choose your choice wisely.”, he murmured under his breath as his mood was lightly off due to a cycle. Though he hardly acted like he was do to he was also just moody. 

Sparda did not stop until he was ontop of the peculiar energy. Literally. No really, he’d walked off a roof, completely forgetting he was in a humanoid form and not his devil form and came crashing down ontop of an unsuspecting individual.

Vergil rose a brow at the other before looking off, “Well I drank to the point I can not stand…To dull things down you know?”, he said as he sat down on a chair. “How did you get here?”, he asks as he did not recall telling the other where he lived–Then again he was pretty tipsy, first time in many years. 

-{✖}- Exhaustion was shrouding his features; such tired muscles were aching from spending his week fighting almost constantly. The influx of demonic entities in the city had grown almost tenfold in the past few weeks and he had scarcely been able to get himself to rest long enough to recuperate. All of this madness had altered his mood rather dramatically; the one rather hot-headed male was now somewhat subdued in a sense of fatigue and thus when the other had placed a hand on his shoulder, muttered some words and pulled him close, he simply went with it; too tired to fight back. Nero rested his forehead on the other’s shoulder  shutting his eyes. “Why...?”