( Control is definitely a concern to be had when it comes to them and their demonic side. With Vergil, it always seemed to come more easier — at least in Dante's eyes. The first to tap into that power and beyond — to find ways to coexist with his demon rather than run from it or merely use it as a tool when needed. He's obviously better at it himself now, but. Nothing like his brother and, if he's honest, he doesn't really think he ever will be.
Truth be told, he finds himself gently surprised that Vergil is rather forthcoming with a reply and it's enough to get him to peek up at his brother for just a moment before he's looking back down to his yo-yo that sadly and slowly spins there near his feet, dangling. It's not so much that he's nosy about his brother's business with Nero's mother — ok maybe a little because what the hell still — but it's more their being what they are and how they can be where his curiosity stems from, especially when it concerns others who are very much human and not like them.
So as he twists away from his brother to let his lower back sink into the edge of the counter there which he leans against again, it's with a quiet sigh there on his lips and a slow reeling in of his yo-yo with his fingers, looking downwards. )
Would kind of be a mood killer to end up losing control in the middle of that, yeah. Or getting carried away.
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Truth be told, he finds himself gently surprised that Vergil is rather forthcoming with a reply and it's enough to get him to peek up at his brother for just a moment before he's looking back down to his yo-yo that sadly and slowly spins there near his feet, dangling. It's not so much that he's nosy about his brother's business with Nero's mother — ok maybe a little because what the hell still — but it's more their being what they are and how they can be where his curiosity stems from, especially when it concerns others who are very much human and not like them.
So as he twists away from his brother to let his lower back sink into the edge of the counter there which he leans against again, it's with a quiet sigh there on his lips and a slow reeling in of his yo-yo with his fingers, looking downwards. )
Would kind of be a mood killer to end up losing control in the middle of that, yeah. Or getting carried away.