Summer was Vergil's least favourite season, by a long shot. He was unable to wear his favourite (and only) coat in those particularly hot days. On a day like this, Vergil opted to shed himself of his jacket, but remained in his sleeveless vest and trousers, despite the heat slowly getting to him.

When the half-demon assumes no one was nearby, Vergil quietly made his way to the fridge, rummaging out a handful of icecubes and shoving them into his mouth to stave off the heat. He looked left and right to ensure no one saw him commit such a childish act, only for his eyes to fall on...you.

"...don't speak of this to anyone." Vergil tried to mutter, but the icecubes still in the half-demon's mouth made his voice far, far less intimidating than he was hoping for.