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[Don't call him out]

You do have other sterling qualities I'm quite fond of.

Sterling, even. You make me sound respectable.

[He's absolutely going to keep intermittently tugging his hair though. And thwacking his hip and thigh with the tail. At least there's kisses on his jaw, though, that makes the abuse a bit better, right?]

[No it's much worse because he's attracted to Vergil and likes it. He grabs a fistful of Vergil's shirt, and realizes by the give of it how fucked his top is from the new wings.]

....You are so hard on your clothes.

[It's probably just barely hanging on, between the wings and tail - since even the tail comes from around his shoulder blades rather than out his tail bone.]

...I do wonder what I'm going to do about shirts now.

I'm sure they have shirts that match your physiology now.

[Rip your current wardrobe though.]

[Well the only thing he had that wasn't covered in blood stains was the BiT suit. And now that's shredded. So is it such a great loss?]

Well I won't be dressing like Dante.

[How much of that was sIV fashion and how much was accommodating his corruptions? Who knows. Either way, no thanks.]

...But you're not going to distract me, you realise.

[He pulls Lahabrea by the collar in return.]

[Well there goes that tactic. He huffs as he's tugged.]

And here I am without any monsters for you.

You're at quite the disadvantage. Good, you deserve it after yesterday.

[Seeing as he's so restless and aggressive, a monster gauntlet would be a great distraction. Too bad. Looks like that means Lahabrea is stuck with a demon man heavily inclined to bully which unfortunately happens to be how he flirts also. Mistakes were made. He could chain Vergil back up and leave. That's about the only solution.

As it is, Vergil sits up straight, takes a handful of hair and pulls it back so Lahabrea has to look up at him.]

But you must want me to be cruel to you, or you wouldn't have trusted me off those shackles.

I was thinking of just setting you loose to have fun.

[What is being responsible and keeping Vergil locked up? Well, honestly it was between those options anyway. Keep Vergil in Baritones or let him run free but he isn't inclined to chaining Vergil just to protect other people.

He did perhaps miscalculate the fact that freeing Vergil would not mean just... Letting Vergil go forth and instead would mean Vergil would bully him.

And he could stop it. Right now even!

He could.

He doesn't.

He's kind of into it, Vergil isn't wrong.]

Perhaps. I am curious what you'll think up.

Hm. I do have ideas. But it's very inconvenient that I'm so concerned with your wounds.

[He keeps wanting to do something and then having to work to stop himself. Opening the wounds up, intentionally or not, is so tempting. It would be cruel and fun and he might get a nice reaction --]

I would call that rather sweet?

[He absently puts a hand over the wound in his chest, not that it's visible.]

They are healing fast but it has only been a day. I suppose you could common law them from opening.

[Lahabrea do not HELP HIM]

What if I want to open them?

[That might be the destruction and mischief mingling talking. It definitely is.

But that's true, he could Common Law something. It made his wounds heal just fine the other day. Lahabrea should not be helping, Vergil isn't thinking straight?]

Then you are obviously not in your right mind.

Well...

[On reflection.]

Less in your right mind.

[Look if he'd going to let Vergil be a bit destructive the least he can do is make sure Vergil doesn't interfere with his "how well do wounds heal naturally" experiment]

[He pets Lahabrea's hair, kissing under his jaw.]

Don't think I want to cause you pain... I just want to watch you squirm.

[Although yeah he does still have that urge to stab and all.]

[Hm well he's realized he's obviously not going to stop Vergil at this point so he brushes his fingers into Vergil's hair, tilting his head back for it.]

I don't mind the sound of that.

[He laughs.]

You'll ruin my fun if you don't mind.

[He looks at Lahabrea's chest, though, where he was touching a moment ago, and tries to find it himself.]

Is one here?

I suppose this time it is your turn with the sadism.

[He sighs and then hisses a little as Vergil finds the tender spot.]

Yes.

[It is, perhaps, alarmingly close to many vital and fatal organs but not actually hitting any of them thanks Thancred]

[Thanks Thancred!]

It isn't sadism.

[But it is kind of close, isn't it. There's a lot of overlap. Anyway don't mind him just getting Lahabrea's shirt open so he can see. That does look like it's just between heart and lungs and probably plenty of other important bits. He'd be impressed if he wasn't pissed off about it!

His brow furrows. He wanted to mess with it. But now that he sees, it just makes him want to go murder Thancred right now. The hand in Lahabrea's hair tightens its grip.]

[Thancred is a good aim!

He puts up with his shirt being opened and leans back on a hand while Vergil looks at that. It looks older than one day! Healing wise! But not so old it doesn't still look, well, gross. Fresh stitched wounds aren't great.

He hisses at the hand in his hair, though, pulling his shirt to drape back over the wound when Vergil is obviously upset about it.]

Destructive desire, then?

[The state of it doesn't bother him a bit, just the fact it exists.]

That's the one. And bullying. ...I guess those together are nearly there, hm?

[Speaking of destructive desire, though. His head is swimming with it, but with a new target. He wraps his arms around Lahabrea, holding him tight.]

I want to kill him.

Who, Thancred? Kill him later.

[He's fine with that? He's fine with that. But he's going to swing a leg over to against straddle Vergil and sit in his lap if he's going to hug him.]

It does sound most of the way to sadism. What else do you feel?

[He's fine with that.

Well. In that case. He's going to be looking for Thancred as soon as he leaves! Unless he forgets by then, who knows. For now he's distracted with Lahabrea in his lap and arms. That's nice.]

Hm... Restless, closed in...

I want to make you hate me.

[And if he doesn't think about the corruption marks on him, then they don't exist! But that fear buzzes in the back of his mind nonetheless.]

[Don't actually but only because that would make your life hard?

He does drape his arm on Vergil's shoulders, stroking one of the wings.]

Yes? How would you do that?

[For the moment at least, he seems placated. Distracted, anyway. Having his wings stroked is really pleasant, actually.]

...Hm. I don't know. I don't think killing you would work, you wouldn't care what I did to you, or said to you. ...You would care more about Emet-Selch, though.

[And if he's going to make Lahabrea hate him, then Emet himself too, and Five, that would be three birds with one stone.]

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