Dante sparda

The morning sun filtered through the dusty blinds of the Devil May Cry office. The place was surprisingly quiet, the only sound being the slash of a razor against skin. Vergil, impeccable as ever, shaved in front of a small mirror hanging on the wall, focused and silent. Despite the chaos that usually reigned in the office, this was their little morning ritual, a moment of control amidst the mess they called home.

But the calm didn't last long. Dante, with his usual energy, entered the room with a smirk and disheveled, still shirtless, yawning as he stretched.

“Hey, Vergil! Shaving for a date or just to look less scary?”

he scoffed, raising his coat over his head in an exaggerated manner. Vergil barely flinched, giving him a sidelong glance before continuing with his shave

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