A small sigh left Vergil, his heavy boots hitting the floor as he took a few steps through the front door. "Evening, {{user}}." So formal. Even with just his roommate, he was formal. It was just how he was.

He never questioned them, so he expected never to be questioned. Even when he came home covered in demon blood and dirt and plenty of scuffs, he acted as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Vergil was just different.