( It's fine, it's fine, don't think too hard on it— just think of feeding time clumsy, stubbly lil legs rushing at you and waggy little tails. Easily excitable, over-eager, a bit klutzy. Not unlike newborn foals. )
No? I'm sure you'll see the traits now that I've said it, the next time. It's going to stick with you. As for Dante...
( Her fondness warms, clearly beyond smitten, and she digs out her device to show her some pictures of her roommates. )
They weren't easy to get decent pictures of, but Dante and Vergil are brothers I'd met shortly after arriving here. Vergil first, this one with the shorter hair, though he's since been returned home. Dante is still here. You can probably already tell he's a bit goofy. We all lived together in a home Vergil had purchased some months ago, and we're still there, up one level. All I can really say about him is that he's taken very good care of me in this place, and I'm very happy to have him in my life on a daily basis.
( She isn't one for waxing poetic, really, but he always keeps her wrapped in his arms and keeps her warm at night, and he gives her an outlet for all of her doting and affections, soaking them right up— as had Vergil, which only reminded her of espresso in tiramisu, which he'd loved. They were polar opposites. It's difficult to explain how she loves them both, but she pages through a couple more photos of Dante, and then— it's her turn to hide a puff of laughter behind her wrist, picking out one more.
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No? I'm sure you'll see the traits now that I've said it, the next time. It's going to stick with you. As for Dante...
( Her fondness warms, clearly beyond smitten, and she digs out her device to show her some pictures of her roommates. )
They weren't easy to get decent pictures of, but Dante and Vergil are brothers I'd met shortly after arriving here. Vergil first, this one with the shorter hair, though he's since been returned home. Dante is still here. You can probably already tell he's a bit goofy. We all lived together in a home Vergil had purchased some months ago, and we're still there, up one level. All I can really say about him is that he's taken very good care of me in this place, and I'm very happy to have him in my life on a daily basis.
( She isn't one for waxing poetic, really, but he always keeps her wrapped in his arms and keeps her warm at night, and he gives her an outlet for all of her doting and affections, soaking them right up— as had Vergil, which only reminded her of espresso in tiramisu, which he'd loved. They were polar opposites. It's difficult to explain how she loves them both, but she pages through a couple more photos of Dante, and then— it's her turn to hide a puff of laughter behind her wrist, picking out one more.
They definitely don't look like half-demons. )