( Glancing back over his shoulder, he chuckles. There's really no guarantee on when he'll get around to doing this, but. It's a thought he'll certainly tuck away to consider for some point in the future. For now, he's focused on putting all the dishes into the sink that he begins to fill with soapy hot water, deciding to let them soak in there and... tackle it all later.
Shaking the suds off his hands, he turns on his heel to face his brother and smiles again that he seems to be wining and dining there at the table. )
[None of the dishes or utensils Dante's used would be damaged from a prolonged soak should Dante forget, and it falls upon Vergil to finish cleaning them.]
( Pleased little hum, he nods β hands gripping under the counter he leans against. )
You good with that? ( To which he points to the lasagna. ) Or you want me to wrap the rest up and put it in the fridge?
( Not that he's assuming Vergil's going to devour the whole damn thing right then and there, but. He's not about to put it away if he wants a little more. )
Leave it out, [he says, shaking his head a little. Vergil may not be the bottomless pits his brother and son are, but he will still have a little more of the lasagna his brother went to all that effort to make.] You should let it cool off a little more anyways before you put it away.
Well, good thing you told me. I would have just tossed her on in there.
( Chuckle, he shakes his head. Something he'll have to keep a mental note of for any future cooking endeavors. But, seeing how the dishes are going to soak and Vergil's been enjoying his meal, he feels like this was a success on his part. )
[Dante means to tell Vergil that he not only baked a lasagna for the first time and chose an appropriate wine, he also went to the trouble of arrange dessert? Well, it's a good thing Dante already went through the trouble of assuring Vergil there was no ulterior motive behind any of this because otherwise, the elder son of Sparda would have questions.]
Yeah? C'mon, Verge. You can't have dinner without dessert.
( What kind of a guy is he? Chuckle on his lips and a shake of his head at the audacity, he pulls open the fridge and retrieves said dessert... which happens to be a chocolate mousse. No, no. Strawberry sundae would be a little overkill just like the pizza, so. He'd decided on a mousse which, thankfully, had been super easy to make.
Bowl placed down in front of his brother, he shows it off with dramatic hand gestures. )
Wow. You try and do somethin' nice and this is what ya get.
( Waving his brother off, he plucks a spoon off the table and plops it in the bowl of mousse for him since, well. He's not going to eat it with his hands or tongue. )
Or would you have rather vanilla? Strawberry would be more my taste.
[Vergil dismisses the flavoring as the issue by saying,] I do not really possess a sweet tooth.
[Dessert has never been much of a priority for Vergil since he was a child. If he's hungry after a meal, he just has more of the meal rather than seeking out dessert or some kind of snack.]
It is just odd to see you have put so much forethought into something.
[Asking Vergil not to think too much about something is like asking him not to breathe, but he does ultimately let the matter go.]
Go, [he says by way of giving Dante permission to leave and clean himself up. Before he does though, Vergil puts his hand briefly over the hand on his shoulder so that he might sincerely say,] And thank you, Dante.
( Looking back to his brother, hand still there on Vergil's shoulder, he smiles warmly... then goes and wraps his arms around his brother's neck, giving him a big old hug from the side. Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze. )
I love you, too, Verge.
( To which he then drops an extra loud kiss to the top of his big bro's head. Despite the corniness of it, the sentiment is genuinely sincere. )
[Vergil's nose wrinkles immediately the moment he's pulled into the embrace. His expression only scrunches further by the time he's receiving a kiss to the top of his head. He squirms, pushing on his brother wherever he might find purchase, swatting where he cannot, to get him to stop and wriggle his way out of the hold. The sentiment is not lost upon Vergil, but that does not mean that he's any more receptive to Dante's extremely theatrical displays of affection like this.]
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( Glancing back over his shoulder, he chuckles. There's really no guarantee on when he'll get around to doing this, but. It's a thought he'll certainly tuck away to consider for some point in the future. For now, he's focused on putting all the dishes into the sink that he begins to fill with soapy hot water, deciding to let them soak in there and... tackle it all later.
Shaking the suds off his hands, he turns on his heel to face his brother and smiles again that he seems to be wining and dining there at the table. )
You mind if I leave those there?
( The dishes, he means. )
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They'll be fine.
[None of the dishes or utensils Dante's used would be damaged from a prolonged soak should Dante forget, and it falls upon Vergil to finish cleaning them.]
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You good with that? ( To which he points to the lasagna. ) Or you want me to wrap the rest up and put it in the fridge?
( Not that he's assuming Vergil's going to devour the whole damn thing right then and there, but. He's not about to put it away if he wants a little more. )
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( He rubs at his chin in thought. )
Well, good thing you told me. I would have just tossed her on in there.
( Chuckle, he shakes his head. Something he'll have to keep a mental note of for any future cooking endeavors. But, seeing how the dishes are going to soak and Vergil's been enjoying his meal, he feels like this was a success on his part. )
You good for dessert or no?
( Because he has one more trick up his sleeve. )
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Dessert?
[Dante means to tell Vergil that he not only baked a lasagna for the first time and chose an appropriate wine, he also went to the trouble of arrange dessert? Well, it's a good thing Dante already went through the trouble of assuring Vergil there was no ulterior motive behind any of this because otherwise, the elder son of Sparda would have questions.]
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( What kind of a guy is he? Chuckle on his lips and a shake of his head at the audacity, he pulls open the fridge and retrieves said dessert... which happens to be a chocolate mousse. No, no. Strawberry sundae would be a little overkill just like the pizza, so. He'd decided on a mousse which, thankfully, had been super easy to make.
Bowl placed down in front of his brother, he shows it off with dramatic hand gestures. )
Ta-dah! Chef Dante presents mousse au chocolat!
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Who are you and what have you done with my brother?
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( Waving his brother off, he plucks a spoon off the table and plops it in the bowl of mousse for him since, well. He's not going to eat it with his hands or tongue. )
Or would you have rather vanilla? Strawberry would be more my taste.
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[Dessert has never been much of a priority for Vergil since he was a child. If he's hungry after a meal, he just has more of the meal rather than seeking out dessert or some kind of snack.]
It is just odd to see you have put so much forethought into something.
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( To which he claps a hand down on his brotherβs shoulder, humming away with a smile on his face. )
I gotta wash up though if thatβs ok with you. Lay claim to the shower while I can.
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Go, [he says by way of giving Dante permission to leave and clean himself up. Before he does though, Vergil puts his hand briefly over the hand on his shoulder so that he might sincerely say,] And thank you, Dante.
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I love you, too, Verge.
( To which he then drops an extra loud kiss to the top of his big bro's head. Despite the corniness of it, the sentiment is genuinely sincere. )
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Alright. That's enough, Dante.