'Cause hell's broke loose in Asgard

[darksoulwithlight]

Who: Trish and Nero
What: some long overdue 'improvements' to Vergil's beautifully maintained home
When: Feb 11
Where: Odin district
Warnings: shenanigans and corporate branding

They're not really ruining anything, Trish reasons as she heads out with a couple of cans of red paint in a bag and some brushes. Just putting their name on what's already theirs - and who cares if it's technically the twins'? Nero's Vergil's son and heir and if Dante hasn't already realised that everything he owns is inevitably going to end up in her or Lady's hands eventually by now then it's his own fault for not paying attention. Of course they were going to lay claim to their fancy schmancy digs in Odin eventually.

It's when she gets there, and finds that she's not the first to arrive, that she notices a snag in the plan. Nero's already halfway up a wall, brush in hand, and it takes Trish a moment to identify what exactly has happened.

Nero has a can of blue paint in one hand, and has already taken it upon himself to scrawl a large D in it.

"...what the hell is that?"

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[sassery]

It's not as if this wasn't coming, honestly.

Between them talking about Devil May Cry recently, and with the Qliphoth being found outside Asgard? Yeah, the business is needed. Even if Dante and Vergil bitch, it's not like Nero and Trish's reasoning for this is unfounded.

Besides, it's the family business. It's about time they actually made their mark in this place, home or not.

So yeah, they've talked, and set up a plan. It's not like they're breaking into the house. Yet. That'll be later. He's already at the building after checking to see that Dante and Vergil are gone, doing his best to recall the sign attached to the van and all its glory- when Trish interrupts him.

"It's the name, what does it look like?" He's not turning to notice how he has blue paint and she has red, he's just moving the brush along to complete more on the first word. This is going to be a disaster.

[darksoulwithlight]

"The name's supposed to be red, Nero."

In the absence of neon, using paint is the next best thing and she had thought they'd agreed she'd pick it up on the way. She knows the style and exact placement of bright red lettering as well as she knows her own reflection, so seeing a D painted in looping, denim blue gloss against the brickwork is a little bit jarring.

"Couldn't you get the right color?"

[sassery]

The accusation causes him to pause, finally looking back at her and brush still mid-stroke, brow raising. "Red? Where the hell'd you get that idea?" Said in a tone of confusion, like he can't even imagine why she's asking him this question. Obviously it's blue, considering the van's neon is bright blue, so why is Trish giving him such a hassle?

"It is the right color. And blue's just fine." Are they being petulant children at each other while the time is ticking until the twins come back home? Absolutely. This is how family is.

[darksoulwithlight]

"Uh, from the front of the shop? You know, where the sign hangs? It's red."

She sets the bag down, cocking her hip as she folds her arms across her chest. And here she was thinking that he was the smart one in the family. Oh well. Things like this require a little patience, Nero's not a total lost cause... yet.

"The lettering's wrong too. It doesn't look like that. It's supposed to say Devil May Cry, not Devil Might Just Know How To Write In A Journal. You want me to do it?"

[sassery]

"And it's blue on the sign for the van. Your point?"

Okay, so maybe he's a little irritated Trish is acting like this is such a big deal- what's so wrong with blue? (He ignores the fact that he's being a little petulant about his own color, so sue him.) But she's the one who started this mess, not him. It's not like he's the greatest artist ever, but at least he's got a handle on how things look once he visualizes them.

He snorts at the critique, rolling his eyes and turning to Trish fully at this point. "What are you, a script nazi or something? We'll fix it once we at least get it laid out." Better to at least get an idea down and onto the wall before they get busted for doing this in the first place.

[darksoulwithlight]

"My point is we're trying to set up the shop and the shop's lettering is red."

She reaches down into the bag, grabs one of the brushes, pops the top off one of the paint cans and starts to carry it over to the wall and Nero.

"But hey, if we're using blue guidelines then I guess it doesn't matter if we're gonna paint it over with the red for the red. C'mon, scooch up."

And it will be red. Nero can have his little blue van but the shop front has to be red. Them's the rules, he can take it up with the manager... who wears a red coat.

[sassery]

That gets a massive eye roll, and Nero sighs loudly. "Seriously?"

Ugh, what even is this, why are they arguing over something so stupid in the first place? (It's pride- pride is the main factor here, what else?) Sure, Dante wears red and all that and he started the business, but it was Dante who gave him the sign in blue, so obviously blue is important as well. And he knows Vergil would agree with him on this one. He's not exactly budging from where he is, either, since he's very clearly started on the lettering and now Trish just wants to paint over everything he's done. Rude!!!!

"Look, you told me to meet up with you here and grab stuff to paint with, I'm just trying to move this along-"

Except he's swinging the brush a little too wildly, and next thing they both know is that a lovely blue spatter is basically flying off the brush and right onto Trish. On her clothes. Which she very obviously didn't want to get paint on.

Oh shit, he's so fucked.

Not that the feeling lasts for too long, Nero staring at what just happened and trying very hard not to laugh, snorting back his amusement as a brow raises in curiosity. He goes to open his mouth again, except that's a terrible idea because he ends up laughing instead.

Oops.

[darksoulwithlight]

Splat.

For a second, there is nothing but silence. Trish looks down at her chest, nose crinkling in disgust as thick, cold paint starts to trickle down her cleavage in a way that gives her goosebumps (and not in a fun way).

That little shit!

There's even more paint splattered across her chest, and she's seriously ticked because it's not as if her top's wipe clean pleather, it's actual leather and Asgard is seriously lacking in a good dry-cleaner. It's not like she can just magic up her own clothes here.

As she looks up to glare at Nero, she happens to catch him right as he loses any pretence of keeping his cool and - shit, it's in her hair too. Nero's laughing like a hyena and Trish, quite frankly, fails to see the funny side.

"Seriously?"

He's made a very, very big mistake.

She scoops up as much paint as she can from between her boobs, flicks it away as best she can, opening and closing her fist twice more to get the last of it off her hands, before she plunges her brush into her can of red paint, doesn't bother to wipe off the excess, and flicks it as hard as she can in Nero's direction.

"If you're gonna start something little boy, you better believe I'm gonna finish it."

[sassery]

To his credit, the situation is unfolding to be hilarious, even if at the moment, the both of them are rather dumbfounded and also annoyed. Nero watches her face turn from something angered to irritated, and tries to halt his laughing enough to explain himself without looking like an absolute loon.

"Wait, it was an accide-"

SPLAT. Right into his mouth, catching him by surprise. Nero spits the red paint back out immediately, feeling a good part of his face covered in the stuff, tricking right onto his clothes. You know, he'd worn old clothes today because he knew he'd make a mess- but not like this.

"Oh, that's it." Out comes his brush again, dipping the full thing into blue paint, a wide arc hurled to toss the paint right at her face, not really caring where it lands. He may not have planned for any of this, but now? Now it's a war. "You're gonna regret that, Trish!"