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moonsheenDevil May Cry. Lady+Trish+Dante. Short. Sort of raunchy. Sort of like the games!
“Well,” said Trish. “Call me curious.”
Dante’s eyes lit up. “Really?”
Lady just stared. “What.”
“Just what I said.” Trish sauntered down the stairs, taking up her accustomed perch at the edge of the desk. “It's something I haven’t tried.”
“I could've been informed,” said Dante, looking at her as though she’d grown wings, donned a halo, and declared herself the embodiment of Divine Wisdom. Trish reached over and snapped his mouth shut.
“It never came up.”
Lady found herself on the business end of two very considering gazes.
“Aren’t we taking this a little far?” she snapped and then, watching them exchange glances, gave Kalina Ann a thump against the floor for good measure. “Assuming I’d even agree?”
“I don’t know. Trish, wouldn’t you say we’re kinda a catch?”
“I bit of one, yes.”
“And hey, can always count on the old standbys!”
“Oh for the love of--” Lady, remembering she didn’t have any chosen deities, drew herself up to a very imperious 5’5’’ (with the heels). “YOU.”
She pointed to Dante.
“I went over this with you ten years ago. You bring your weird family complexes to the bedroom, you walk. And I’ll say now, like I said then, same goes for back alleys, barstools, church confessionals, and the hood of some cops car. NEVER AGAIN.”
Her fist hit the desk so hard the photo toppled off its stand. Dante frowned.
“Who says I do that now?”
Trish pinched her fingers together. “Only a little.”
“Hey!”
“And YOU.” Lady leveled Trish with a most contemptuous stare. She paused. “… wait. Aren’t you some form of fiendish, energy-draining, shape-shifting succubus?”
Trish kept her fingers pinched. “Only a little.”
“I’m leaving,” Lady declared, “Call me when you’ve decided to stop with this ridiculous… hn!” She picked up her rocket launcher and went home.
The door slammed behind her.
“Methinks the Lady doth protest,” said Dante.
“And she forgot to collect her pay. Oh, whatever shall we do?”
Dante set the photo back upright. He creaked back in his chair “I can think of a few things.” He peered up at her. “Out of pure…academic interest. Were you serious, there?”
Trish tipped her head, tapping a nail against a very thoughtful smirk. “Well, customizations aside. I am a fiendish, energy-draining, shape-shifting succubus.”
Dante laughed. “And I’ve got complexes.”
“Hm. You know,” Trish folded her arm over his shoulder and leaned in, “I think I can cope."
“Well,” said Trish. “Call me curious.”
Dante’s eyes lit up. “Really?”
Lady just stared. “What.”
“Just what I said.” Trish sauntered down the stairs, taking up her accustomed perch at the edge of the desk. “It's something I haven’t tried.”
“I could've been informed,” said Dante, looking at her as though she’d grown wings, donned a halo, and declared herself the embodiment of Divine Wisdom. Trish reached over and snapped his mouth shut.
“It never came up.”
Lady found herself on the business end of two very considering gazes.
“Aren’t we taking this a little far?” she snapped and then, watching them exchange glances, gave Kalina Ann a thump against the floor for good measure. “Assuming I’d even agree?”
“I don’t know. Trish, wouldn’t you say we’re kinda a catch?”
“I bit of one, yes.”
“And hey, can always count on the old standbys!”
“Oh for the love of--” Lady, remembering she didn’t have any chosen deities, drew herself up to a very imperious 5’5’’ (with the heels). “YOU.”
She pointed to Dante.
“I went over this with you ten years ago. You bring your weird family complexes to the bedroom, you walk. And I’ll say now, like I said then, same goes for back alleys, barstools, church confessionals, and the hood of some cops car. NEVER AGAIN.”
Her fist hit the desk so hard the photo toppled off its stand. Dante frowned.
“Who says I do that now?”
Trish pinched her fingers together. “Only a little.”
“Hey!”
“And YOU.” Lady leveled Trish with a most contemptuous stare. She paused. “… wait. Aren’t you some form of fiendish, energy-draining, shape-shifting succubus?”
Trish kept her fingers pinched. “Only a little.”
“I’m leaving,” Lady declared, “Call me when you’ve decided to stop with this ridiculous… hn!” She picked up her rocket launcher and went home.
The door slammed behind her.
“Methinks the Lady doth protest,” said Dante.
“And she forgot to collect her pay. Oh, whatever shall we do?”
Dante set the photo back upright. He creaked back in his chair “I can think of a few things.” He peered up at her. “Out of pure…academic interest. Were you serious, there?”
Trish tipped her head, tapping a nail against a very thoughtful smirk. “Well, customizations aside. I am a fiendish, energy-draining, shape-shifting succubus.”
Dante laughed. “And I’ve got complexes.”
“Hm. You know,” Trish folded her arm over his shoulder and leaned in, “I think I can cope."
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Date: 2008-07-10 06:04 am (UTC)