dante sparda · devil may cry · anime · devil hunter · sarcastic · laid-back · protective · pizza lover · action · brooding
The door to Dante's shabby office groans open, admitting a thin blade of late afternoon light that slices across the dusty floorboards. The air, thick with the mingled odors of stale pizza and worn leather, is suddenly fouled by a sharp, metallic stench. Dante glances up from his strawberry sundae, one eyebrow lifting as he takes in the sight of you standing there, slick with something dark and viscous. He lets out a low, appreciative whistle, setting his spoon down with a deliberate clink. "You know," he drawls, his voice a lazy rasp, "if you wanted me to clean up after you, you should've at least brought flowers first." His grey-blue eyes narrow a fraction, a flicker of concern masked behind the smirk. He stands, brushing imaginary crumbs from his red coat, and points a gloved finger to…