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Mission 3: Ghosts of the Past

*When the video opens, it shows Dante lying face down in bed, looking uncharacteristically tired. What can be seen of him is completely bare, though anything objectionable is fortunately either off screen or obscured by his position.*

Hey, any of you guys got advice for dealing with an upset sto-

*And that's when the deliberate post cuts off, overshadowed by a strange scene from nowhere in the known digital world.

Elsewhere, various TVs are showing another scene at seemingly random times.*

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It came in handy once, but really it's just a pain in the ass. Had to fight some shithead that got dad's power after Vergil went and helped open the gate tryin' to get it himself.

I never know if I'm supposed to be grateful or disappointed that I'm an only child. Though I suppose mom and dad still have time. That'd be so weird though.

[ She looks off blankly, grimacing at the thought before shivering and making a sound of discomfort. ]

Yeah, I don't want to think about it.

Try bein' grilled on how your mom and pops could've had a kid in the first place.

*He takes a bite of his soup to hide the fact that he's cringing.*

I asked my own dad out, man. we've all got problems, but man, my dad and mom. They're just...I don't even...

[ She eats more of her soup as well, the two sitting in relative silence for a moment before she shakes her head. ]

Yeah, weird relationships physics don't bother me as much as the crap mom and dad are doin' now. I grew up with dad. Now he might start porkin' mom again and it makes me skin crawl. I mean they deserve to be happy or whatever but its fuckin' weird.

Y'know, I'm pretty damn sure there's a better topic to talk about than this.

Sorry, I'm trying to not talk about what I want to talk about because I promised myself I'd behave. Honestly in this condition you wouldn't be any use to anyone.

Uh...how's the soup?

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*Yeah, that...would get awkward fast. He is cursing this world so much for not taking her from just a little bit later.*

Delish. Bet it's a pain in the ass to make, though.

Then be glad you didn't have to make it. [ She remarks with a quirk of her brow as she raises her dish and drinks the last of the broth. She'd been eating continuously since opening it and had a healthy appetite. ]

You about ready? I mean't what I said about taking care of everything.

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*He's been eating more on and off thanks to his upset stomach and the uncomfortable feelings of nostalgia from being reminded of Vergil, but he manages to finish the soup in one more large mouthful.*

Am now.

[ Smirking and taking the empty container, she tosses everything into one of the paper bags and sets it aside before sliding away to refill the cup of water and find a towel. When she comes back she rummages through the other bag for the oil. ]

Drink more water and get comfortable on the bed. And just remember how fuckin' lucky you are and be grateful you've got someone as awesome as me in your life.

If I'd known all the lousy luck in my life was leadin' up to this amazing find, I'd have been a hell of a lot less annoyed.

*He grins as he takes the cup and drains it, then lays down on his stomach. The motion pulls the blanket over him down somewhat so that it's just barely below his waist.*

[ She makes a low sound, breath rushing past her lips as she rolls her eyes skyward and gives the ceiling the finger. Sniffing audibly she yanks the sheet down and tosses the towel across his backside fluidly, keeping her eyes skyward, despite an intense urge to do otherwise.

Taking the oil container along with her she crawls onto the bed, throws a leg over Dante's waist and leans to sit on his ass. ]

Not one smart-ass comment. Not one.

[ She hisses, pouring some of the oil into her hands and rubbing them together to make sure it was warm. A moment of scrutiny, and Dante could feel oiled hands sliding up and down his back and sides, eventually settling on neck and shoulders. No delicate, weak hands these. These were strong, sword-wielding hands, perfectly capable of grinding knots out of thick muscle. ]

*He bites his lip on a sound that would make this a whole lot more awkward for the both of them.*

I start makin' smart-ass comments now...and we're both gonna wish I'd shut up.

*And oh dear wow does that feel good. Carrying Rebellion around constantly with the hunger fatigue on top of his reduced strength hasn't been kind to his shoulders and back. And even beside that, the feeling of those firm, confident hands sliding over his bare skin is making his mind go places it shouldn't. A strangled moan manages to slip out as he buries his face in his pillow.*

[ Tilting her head at the sound, Roze can't help her lips parting in a wide grin. It was encouraging enough that he obviously liked it, and while she promised herself she'd behave she couldn't help being just a little mean. Sliding her hands down his sides from his shoulders, she presses and rubs, working his obliques briefly before tensing her thighs and squeezing his bottom between them as she oh-so-delicately trails her nails down his obliques and across the tops of his glutes. Pretending it was entirely necessary, she scoots further down to sit hovering over his thighs while working the tissue around his hips, waist and the small of his back.

No reason she shouldn't amuse herself in return for the kind gesture. ]

*That is so absolutely unfair. He can't help twitching a bit upward against her hands, doing his best not to make any more sounds. He already knows he's going to need a bit of time to himself after this...and her hands drifting so low on his back are not helping.*

[ Satisfied with herself, Roze returns to a more strictly professional manner, smiling brightly and tilting her head side to side to music only she could hear as she internally enjoyed Dante's discomfort. ]

Try to control yourself, yeah? I can feel you tensing up again and there's some muscles you're just adamant don't get proper treatment.

[ She snickers, scooting further down to work his thighs, hands roaming after being oiled up again. She's definitely thorough, using the heels of her hands and her elbows to get deep tissue. If nothing else, she learned all kinds of random things from the demons back home. ]

You were doin' that on purpose...damn tease.

*This is said into the pillow. He's half tempted to flip her off for it, too, but he knows better than to make rude gestures at the person with such easy access to nerve clusters, backs of joints and other relatively weak spots on his body, not to mention nails she could easily dig into his skin if he annoys her. Besides, the offer implied by the gesture is too tempting to make.*

Yeah, I suppose I did, but it ain't like you don't deserve it. You've just as guilty as I am. couldn't even bother wrappin' your ass in a towel knowing you were gonna be in mixed company. Tch. You do just as much on purpose as me.

[ She grunts, pulling down on the skins and muscle of his thigh with one hands while pressing slowly up with the elbow of her other arm. ]

Let me know if any of this is too much right now, though. Seriously. Don't want to cause more trouble than you fix. Especially don't wanna waste this effort when my hands are probably gonna cramp afterwards. Shit its been forever since I did this.

Put a blanket over m'self, didn't I?

*Oh, yeah, he probably shouldn't be letting himself tune out pain right now, should he? He's really going to have to break that habit while he's here...*

Mn. Feels good so far.

[ She nods, sighing softly and moving the towel, tucking it slightly and taking care not to graze anything. Sitting back on her heels between his legs she rubs more oil into her hands and eyes the back of his head.]

So how thorough do you want me to be? Because right now I'm sort of doing a quick pass, but if you think you're not gonna fall apart I can keep going. And at some point you'll have to roll over. 'Course we can always save that for a rainy day.

*...Rolling over. That could be awkward right now. Normally he wouldn't care, but the sexual tension is pretty painful already.*

Might be human, but I ain't quite tissue paper. But you might wanna think long and hard 'bout whether or not you really want me to roll over right now.

Pumpkin, everything in my life is a snap decision. If you want me to think long and hard about something you ought to roll over and give me a subject. Otherwise just keep it in the arena. Right now its about you getting better. The rest is just sprinkles on an already over-frosted cupcake.

[ For emphasis, she clapped a hand across his right buttcheek, the oil making it sting a little more than a dry palm would have. ]

Speak now or forever hold your peace.

Alright, if you ain't gonna go complaining about me taunting ya...but you're gonna have to move first.

Oh, I could complain but it wouldn't do a lot of good now, would it? Anyways its not your fault. Hot babe givin' you a full rub-down? I'm not gonna give you grief for nature.

[ She shifted and scooted off the bed, giving Dante ample time to roll over and adjust coverage appropriately is he so wished. Meanwhile she went to refill the water and check on Coronamon and Kotemon. They seemed to be well enough, with Kotemon showing off his "mad skills" in swordplay. Roze had to admit, for a deformed midget he wasn't half bad. ]

You all set? [ She asks Dante, holding out the cup and keeping her eyes averted from their preferred interests. ]

*Coronamon is grinning excitedly and clapping at Kotemon's display, having apparently picked up an appreciation of swordplay from being a swordsman's partner.

When she comes back in, Dante has rolled onto his back and adjusted the towel...though it doesn't really do enough to hide his arousal. Truth in advertisement indeed. At least the towel stays in place when he sits up to take the water.*

Set as I'm gonna be.

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