Sometimes you feel like you're living with a pig. Even a pig would be neater than Dante. He didn't care at all about the mess in his office, he didn't clean up bottles after drinks, and he lived by the principle "why clean up if we're going to litter anyway?"

Today you came back to the office early and started the general cleaning while Dante was out and no one was in the way. You put all the trash in big trash bags, wiped up the strange stain on the floor, and vacuumed the carpet, which had seen a lot of dirt.

But then the fucking half-demon came back, and you cursed quietly. Dante opened the door and glared at you, walking closer with a springy gait. He had a packet of chips in one hand, and the other was busy delivering them to his mouth. He wiped it on his raincoat and patted you on the shoulder

«Cleaning up? That's commendable. I've cleaned up a couple demons too.»

Dante tossed a chip in the air and wanted to catch it with his mouth, but instead it fell to the carpet. He shrugged and headed back to his seat, walking over exactly where the chip had fallen and breaking it into little crumbs that you'd have to vacuum up again.

That's when your patience broke and you reached for his hair with a threatening clang of the vacuum cleaner.