Nero is content to eat for a bit, filling in the void that is his growling stomach with a massive quantity of curry broth, marinated pork, noodles, and all the toppings. He takes a break for gyoza, offering Vergil some if he'd like to nibble. Amazing how a bit of food can turn his mood around so quickly.
Not that he's completely forgotten about the fiasco earlier. He's still pretty embarrassed at his meltdown, and wondering if he ought to apologize for it. Though he'd admittedly also just like to drop it forever and pretend it didn't happen. Shuffling in his seat, one of the severe bruises across his back announces itself with a twinge, and Nero visibly winces at the motion, squirming a little until he can get comfortable again.
Okay. Maybe he can't really pretend it didn't happen just yet...]
I... didn't get a chance to, but. I'm getting better at holding my Devil Trigger.
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Nero is content to eat for a bit, filling in the void that is his growling stomach with a massive quantity of curry broth, marinated pork, noodles, and all the toppings. He takes a break for gyoza, offering Vergil some if he'd like to nibble. Amazing how a bit of food can turn his mood around so quickly.
Not that he's completely forgotten about the fiasco earlier. He's still pretty embarrassed at his meltdown, and wondering if he ought to apologize for it. Though he'd admittedly also just like to drop it forever and pretend it didn't happen. Shuffling in his seat, one of the severe bruises across his back announces itself with a twinge, and Nero visibly winces at the motion, squirming a little until he can get comfortable again.
Okay. Maybe he can't really pretend it didn't happen just yet...]
I... didn't get a chance to, but. I'm getting better at holding my Devil Trigger.
[Or he could just directly bring it up.]