Indie blog for the Devil Arm Gilgamesh of DMC 4.
Tracking tag - Pugnis.
M!Anon - Not accepting.
Blog may be triggering or NSFW at times, but nothing of sexual content.
Mun is of age, but this is a preference.
The tea cup she cradles has burn marks from her hand- the liquid within is boiling. It was the perfect temperature for tea.
██⊰⚔⊱██ “Is it tea time or something?” Ever the intrusive it seemed, then again the ball of energy packed into one pair of greaves was certainly… not very surprised. Rituals were rituals after all.
“You got a point, but getting your ass whooped ain’t much better.” Hot damn, he drank just like the half devil. Wouldn’t be long before Dante gained a possible drinking buddy. “More tequila?”
██⊰⚔⊱██ “Yeah, I’ll need to remember to pay ya back for this.” As in, drinks next time around for both of them given this is his booze he’s drinking at the moment. Left a nice burn down his throat, but it helped out enough.
“Maybe this is a sign I should teach you kids some hand-to-hand.” He flexed his robotic hand. “Even if you don’t have one of these, better than coming home looking like a train hit you.” He served the other another dose of tequila.
██⊰⚔⊱██ “Hey, that time it’s because I had to watch it, y'know?” The greaves could pack a punch when it wasn’t humans he was facing, otherwise there was him not even needing to hold back. “It’s different facing just normal people, I didn’t feel like being arrested for an accidental murder.” Glass now full, it didn’t even take long before his head went back and he swallowed it down. It was going to start hitting him.
“You the one who’s been teachin’ him how to not be a little shit?” He had to admit, Reb’s own manners had improved greatly. “Have another shot, if that’s the case. This is the good shit, too.” It was a rare occasion when the half devil willingly parted with his booze.
██⊰⚔⊱██ "Tryin’, although it could be because we’re both usually doin’ something stupid occasionally.” Well mannered in some form or not, he could be just as mischievous as the sword could be when they were together and figuring out something to do. “Thanks, think I’m just happy none of ‘em were packin’ heat… havin’ to agree though too, does taste good.”
Dante disappeared for a moment, returning with a glass in hand. “Drink up, Skippy.” His other hand held the bottle of liquor, for himself. “So, when’d you turn human?”
██⊰⚔⊱██ “Thanks.” Really, alcohol was nice when it helped out with stuff like this yet otherwise he didn’t touch it often.
His head’s bandaged and it seemed like he had quite a few bruises along him, but that’s all fine with him upon taking the glass. Head going back, he swallowed it down in one go to lessen up the burning sensation down his throat. “Few months ago, me an’ Rebby started hangin’ out sometime after.”
“Well well, looks like we got us a little hero on our hands.” At least it hadn’t been senseless brawling. “Want a shot of tequila? Shit won’t hurt as bad.” Stop feeding your Devil Arms alcohol, Dante.
██⊰⚔⊱██ “… sounds better than just trying pain killers, doubt those’ll work, so pour me a glass.” That’s fine by him, alcohol would numb him down for now as much as the hang over would make it worse. “… please.” Manners, right, he shouldn’t forget that.
The doctor said nothing for awhile, merely looking over the other as he griped and complained about whatever pain he was in. Finally, after a moment, he spoke up, his comment short and straight to the point.
“You look like hell.”
██⊰⚔⊱██ “… I know, least I kept ‘er safe much as she coulda handled herself…” Ah, yes, the reason for his confinement was over his recklessness and foolish behavior. He just had to be able to keep someone safe as dangerous and idiotic his choices may be on occasion.
“What’d you do this time?” All the collected weapons were suddenly turning human, and it was like watching a bunch of mental deer attempt to function. Entertaining, yet pitiful.
He was a demon slayer, not a nanny.
██⊰⚔⊱██ "Kept the viper from being touched by drunk dumb asses… which is probably irony.” Then again, he did get told by the doc to just not leave bed and to rest, another time he over estimated himself. Hopefully that doesn’t continue to be a trend.
██⊰⚔⊱██ “… kill me…” In pain, headache, and the fact he really didn’t want to crawl out of bed is more than enough to describe the current situation. He really needed to pick his battles better, oh well, better than allowing the viper to end up in something far worse than how he was treated.
