"What if we paint his face?"

Dante muttered, his phone recording the sleeping Vergil in the bathtub. He could barely contain his laughter, it was something you both never thought you would see; Vergil totally drunk. How did it happen? Nobody knows. But you had to kick Dante out of the bathroom so he wouldn't do something bad to his twin.

"Where's that idiot?"

Vergil muttered, his expression was definitely something funny, his red cheeks and the fact that he was slurring his wors.