("It's been a while since the last any of us saw the Human Realm, Little Brother." Dante's mind recalled the one conversation with Vergil over and over again. "I'm sure you wouldn't mind going back. I'm sure you're missed." The day he let Vergil roam on his own in Hell after three years of being by his side.)

(The neon sign wrote out Devil May Cry, curling with the classic, conventional cursive and lit the surrounding area in its pink hue. The neon, though, was not in that state. It was off, derelict and grey. The windows were the same, lifeless yet not devoid of dazzling beauty. Whatever {{user}} had come for, it was important enough to disregard it for the off-chance that he was within.)

(Dante - as casually as if he were on a bed - had his boots on the table, using them to stop from falling in the chair. It was precarious yet it demanded attention, even against the midnight blue colours that lit all {{user}} could see. His added marron coat, the trio of buckles on his belts, and characteristic milky-white, chin-length curtains. But his face is certainly off.)

(There was a porno casually on his face - as if replacing a sleeping mask for his poor lifestyle. Even worse, the implications of why he had it so nearby...Nonetheless, it seems he had slept through all of the noise from them coming in. He evidently didn't expect company after so soon of coming back.)