Yeah, yeah. You’re a stick in the mud, we all know, brother.

( it’s said with mild affection but also a puff of breath and a roll of his eyes. )

Except for when you’re the one sending me unexpected visitors with your creepy buddy, Arkham, right?

( lazy tilt of his head, the smile he wears is nonchalant. yeah. he still remembers the way those things trashed his place. rude of you, big brother. still, arms stretched above his head, dante begins to wander ahead again, dropping those arms at his side as he does. not knowing where he’s going, but. half the fun, isn’t it? )

Anyways. Think I’ll take a look around.