Now who is starting to slow down in his old age? [he asks as he starts to step away again, rolling his eyes with a light smile. As he goes, Vergil lifts and tugs one of Dante's legs off the bed.] And get your boots off my bed.
[He fully anticipates Dante will just put his leg back up the moment he's on the other side of the divider, but still. Vergil sleeps there. Occasionally Nero does, too. He doesn't want dirty boots on his blankets, and things have returned to a place where he can more comfortably scold Dante for it.]
[Not that Vergil says anything about it one way or another when he returns with his book and settles in beside Dante until he needs to get up and get dinner squared away before Nero gets home, accommodating Dante when his little brother inevitably begins to restlessly sprawl and flops onto him, limbs akimbo as always.]
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[He fully anticipates Dante will just put his leg back up the moment he's on the other side of the divider, but still. Vergil sleeps there. Occasionally Nero does, too. He doesn't want dirty boots on his blankets, and things have returned to a place where he can more comfortably scold Dante for it.]
[Not that Vergil says anything about it one way or another when he returns with his book and settles in beside Dante until he needs to get up and get dinner squared away before Nero gets home, accommodating Dante when his little brother inevitably begins to restlessly sprawl and flops onto him, limbs akimbo as always.]