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.
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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.