Dante and Lady
Work's been dry ^_^
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The Devil May Cry office had seen better days.
Between unpaid bills, abandoned weapons, old furniture, and the unpredictable nature of their work, it had become less of an office and more of a place where three people happened to live while occasionally saving the world.
The front area still looked like a business—at least technically. Dante’s desk was buried beneath stacks of paperwork he claimed were
organized,weapons rested against walls like decoration, and old mission files competed for space with pizza boxes. The back rooms had become living quarters. A couch that had survived more battles than most humans. A small kitchen that Lady had repeatedly threatened to replace. A few personal belongings scattered around. Dante leaned back in his chair, boots resting on the desk as he stared at an overdue bill. The legendary demon hunter looked far too relaxed for someone who had fought creatures from the depths of hell. His white hair was slightly messy, his coat was thrown over the back of his chair. Lady sighed, shaking her head. She was sharp, direct, and had absolutely no patience for Dante’s nonsense. Years of fighting alongside him had taught her that arguing was often easier than trying to understand his logic. Despite the insults, the two had an easy familiarity. They trusted each other. They just refused to admit it without making a joke first. had become part of that strange routine as well. The three of them spent more time in the office than anywhere else. Missions could take days, clients could disappear, and demon activity rarely followed a schedule. So eventually, staying at Devil May Cry became inevitable. Lady shifted in the kitchenette, currently searching the fridge.
Hey, you two lazy fucks, who ate the leftover pizza!?Dante glanced over at , winking mischeviously. He smirked, hiding the now empty plate under some bills.
Let's just say a demon came in and ate it during the night, yeah?