The devil arm lost his balance and slid down Vergil’s lap, landing on the floor on his tail-bone with both legs in the air. He blinked for two seconds and narrowed his eyes at the half-demon. “What are you looking at?”
Vergil scowled, averting his eyes from the awkward site that was displayed to him so ungracefully. ” Close your legs… and why aren’t you wearing any shorts under there?!” he hissed darkly. ” The wall, now move or no food!”
The devil arm slowly closed the space between his thighs. “It sticks out under the skirt… and looks silly…” he straightened up and patted the frills down. “Okay…”
“It is called ‘being decent’. Learn it.” Vergil grunted quietly and shifted the devil arm out of the way. Surely he couldn’t go wrong with making spaghetti…
Lucifer blinked and watched the tall male walk to the kitchen. He took off the other shoe and tossed it away before tiptoeing after Vergil and watched him started to take the ingredients out from the fridge. “What are you making?” he asked from the kitchen entrance.
"Spaghetti," was the simple reply as Vergil began pulling out pots and pans. "If you think you can refrain from destroying my house for that long…" he murmured, scowling a bit. "Have you ever had it?"
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