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.
— “… I was going to tell you once I figured out how. I never expected it to come out like this.” She was being extremely careful with her choice of words, and even more careful upon wrapping her arm around his shoulders, going to let him lean his weight onto her. She was rather thin, but she was strong enough.
Sighing softly, she had gone silent for a few moments. It wasn’t what he had just told her, no, it was just a habit she had made out of spending long hours processing things. “… That’s alright.” When she finally spoke, her voice had gone almost from calm to near perfect soft. Hell, it even sounded motherly.
She didn’t give two shits if he was a weapon or not. He was alive, and that was all she really had to be grateful for. Of course, she’d probably smack him once he was fully healed, but she never dared once think about thoughts along the lines of what they had just done to him. A smack and a little bit of annoyed yelling would do. She didn’t want too much violence, after all, and he was alive. He was with her, breathing, living, even though he was bloodied and battered.
“… Would it be easier for you if I carried you, instead?” She asked him, actually sounding concerned. It would be safe to assume they’d gotten to his legs, though she didn’t want his pride to get hurt too much. Some men did tend to get their egos shattered once a girl was required to help them.
█⊰⚔⊱██ “Guessin’ you’re not too shocked, huh? I’m not gonna be wreckin’ shit like this though, if we get jumped, I’ll need to swap.” By anything not human, if it meant that she didn’t have to just kill and leave him off to himself. It’s for back up of course, something that might be unsurprising. He might come out hurting more from it, but, it’s his choice upon leaning carefully into her for the time being. The greaves will be fine, he just needed the chance to recover off this, before he winded up getting a little too much in trouble with his luck.
Huh? Her tone was the confusing part of it, she was treating him like that he guessed? It worked, not that he can complain while going over in mind what to do for the consequences of his actions. Probably going to have to do a lot to get Dante to not wring his neck, shit, he had to pick better times to do this in the first place. Truth be told though? He half expected her to just want to wring his neck also, which she can do and more being death yeah, but he’s not exactly caring much.
So he’ll avoid bringing it up at this point for her also, best not to go on about it after one life or death situation. He’ll ask whenever they were in the clear, rather not press too deep knowing she might not like that or for him to go on about it. All because he wasn’t wanting to go that far, Rebby would kill him as is for ruining a chance at getting to know someone more in the first place. Well, or at the very least get her number out of curiosity to what he may have missed out on. Wait, why is he thinking of that now? He really shouldn’t be upon hearing her question.
He’s not stupid or stubborn enough to try going around like this, but he might be okay just going like this for now. “I got hit on one leg at least, if it keeps bein’ a problem, then go ahead an’ carry me. I’ll try a bit to see if it’s hurt too much for me to put weight on it like this.” He isn’t exactly the type with an ego or pride much, that might be why he was agreeing to it if his leg slowed them down too much. It’s simply him wanting to see if it’s hurt too badly for him to go on.