#have some...

The sunlight streamed in through the dirty windows of the Devil May Cry, the light shining on every little dust particle as it shown down on his face. Determined to sleep still, he rolled over and nuzzled into the back of the couch.

And then he remembered his predicament.

With a grumble, Dante rolled up to his feet and glanced at his right arm and determined that yes, he was still stuck as Nero. That wasn't much of a surprise, but it was nice to be able to sleep on his own couch and not feel sore afterwards.

Determined to not spend the day feeling old, he stumbled over to the kitchen, planning on hunting down some food. If he was lucky, he had some pizza left over somewhere. If not, well...

He was just gonna have to order some. Even if he didn't want to be seen looking like a punk kid.

No, it wasn't that Nero was bad-looking or unattractive in any way. No, it wasn't that at all. Dante was just having a hard time calling himself "Nero" to people. It wasn't the easiest thing for him to remember, and Nero's voice coming past his lips startled him.

Dante was just lucky enough to find some pizza crammed in his empty fridge that didn't seem too old. With a satisfied grin, he took the box to his desk and threw himself down in his chair.