Fandom: Devil May Cry
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"Come on, Dante, let me try it!"
Dante exhaled a sigh when Nero, sitting on the table in front of him and next to his father, signaled the beer that he had been about to approach to his mouth.
"Nope, you aren't of legal age yet."
"What the--I'm 19 already!"
"Yeah, so you still have 2 years to go until 21, kid."
Nero huffed loudly, crossing his arms while shaking his head to remove some rebellious bangs from his face with a sulking expression.
"Okay, so you're telling me there's no problem if I kill demons since forever but there is if I drink beer? What kind of bullshit is that?!"
Dante sighed again, his eyes shifting towards Vergil who was calmly eating his dinner as if the current conversation wasn't related to him.
"Verg, maybe you want to say something in this."
Still cutting his filett, Vergil looked with an imperturbable expression at him, then at Nero, and then finally talked.
"Beware of your language, Nero. We are at the table."
"Not about that ", Dante exclaimed with exasperation as Nero muttered an automatic, unapologetic 'sorry', "damn, how is it that you haven't won yet the prize to the best father of the year?"
"I sometimes wonder about that myself."
Dante glared at Vergil when the man had the nerve to answer to his sarcasm with an even better one, but before he could come up with an even better reply Nero talked again with a grumpy tone.
"This isn't fair. I bet that at my age you drank already."
"Yeah, well, like other kind of things, but that doesn't mean you have to follow our steps", Dante continued before Nero could use the same argument, "and fighting doesn't count, since considering our backgrounds we had to make sure you would be always ready."
Nero rolled his eyes.
"Well, sorry to disappoint you, uncle: but I already did those other things, so I don't think that drinking makes such a big difference."
Dante blinked with stupor, staring at Nero in disbelief.
"What?"
"I think he means he is no virgin anymore."
Dante was about to sarcastically say that he didn't need a clarification when he realized that Vergil didn't look the less surprised about his son's revelation.
"Wait, you knew about it?", Dante accused his brother.
Nero was also looking at his father with his eyes open wide, while this one cleaned his mouth with his napkin with an elegant gesture before leaving it next to his plate.
"I had my suspicions", Vergil said calmly, accommodating against his chair while looking at Nero with seriousness, "and although I do not particularly want to pry in your private life, please, just tell me it wasn't Kyrie."
Dante had always been terrible with names, but when hearing Vergil's tone he automatically deduced that, among Nero's female friends, he wasn't referring to the crazy mechanic but to the other one, since when Nero was absent his brother had commented more than once that a nun was fun compared to that girl.
"No, she wasn't", Nero said, blushing lightly.
"Then it was the other one?", Dante inquired, because unlike Vergil he definitely wanted to know more.
