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Love seeing little pawprints. So fucking magical. There was a little guy here.

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“That’s amazing. I need. Six of them.”

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"Here's my contender although this one is a little bit big!"

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It was the hair that caught Nero’s attention. Followed shortly by the weapons - and he let out an impressed whistle. 

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Meirl

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"I’d say that’s old for a demon but I really have no idea.” Nero shrugged, pocketing the keys and giving Carlos another once-over. “Could be worse. You could look like the fuckin’ Crypt Keeper. Or Yoda.” His ears were pointy after all. 

He waited patiently for the wheels to turn in the demon’s head as it put two and two together. “It’s a family business. Keeps the bills paid and the obituaries less than a page in the paper.” Blue eyes narrowed after a moment, though he kept his casual posture. “Not all demons are bad, I guess. So long as you behave, it shouldn’t be a problem.” Nero’s lips curled into a smirk and he rolled a shoulder casually. 

“Six hundred years old, and your name’s Carlos?” There were ten different Carlos’es at the local fish market. “And a crossbow? Really? What, are we in the dark ages now? Feeling a little nostalgic?” He eyed the offered hand for a minute before shaking it. 

Any other day, this would be a very different interaction. Instead, Nero rolled his eyes and shook his head, stepping past Carlos. 

“I told you. Up the street. Guess I could pay, if it keeps you out of trouble. I can’t just have you lying around. There’s kids and stuff.” 

Nero glances up, then leans back slowly. "Mondays, am I right?" (( hi hello how are you))

The demon cracks open one eye and looks lazily towards the stranger barely moving a muscle.His arms are crossed, his upper body leaned right back to the wall but his pelvis held a little way forward so he was sitting in a lazy almost laying down position on the floor, and his tail curled around his feet similarly to the way cats would position theirs.“It’s Monday?… What happened to the weekend?” he asks closing his eyes again and shifts his body to sit up a little straighter.“Oh yeah, that’s right… I got wasted!”His eyes open again and the demon slowly picks himself up off the floor, sober now but feeling a little rough.(Hello!!! :D sorry for the late reply, I had to vanish for a little while there)

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Well, at least the guy spoke English.  “It’s food. You know. That you eat.” Nero stepped past the stranger and unlocked his tiny little mailbox. Nothing. The demon (?) continued to talk as he did so, Nero nodding along and half-listening. 

“Wait. Five hundred years? Seriously?” He turned to face the guy again, incredulous. “It’s an apartment building. You know. I’m pretty sure those have been around longer than you. You probably walked in the open front entrance and then passed out. S’not like they lock the place.” Especially not with him living there - that had been why the rent was so cheap. He ran a hand through his hair, still a bit confused by all this so early in the morning. He’d just wanted to get his mail - and maybe breakfast. 

“Ah. So you are a demon.” Solved that one. On one hand... breakfast. On the other... an avoidable fight with a (hopefully) harmless demon. Five hundred years wasn’t too bad, considering Sparda was over two thousand. “It’s my day off, so chill. So long as you don’t start ripping into random people I won’t smash your face in. Besides, I’m pretty sure you’re hungover.” 

Demons could get hungover. Considering how much he’d seen Dante drink... this guy had probably consumed the whole distillery. “Name’s Nero. You probably should get something to drink or eat. I think that’s supposed to help with hangovers. Or you could wait it out. There’s a park up the street.” 

Nero glances up, then leans back slowly. "Mondays, am I right?" (( hi hello how are you))

The demon cracks open one eye and looks lazily towards the stranger barely moving a muscle.His arms are crossed, his upper body leaned right back to the wall but his pelvis held a little way forward so he was sitting in a lazy almost laying down position on the floor, and his tail curled around his feet similarly to the way cats would position theirs.“It’s Monday?… What happened to the weekend?” he asks closing his eyes again and shifts his body to sit up a little straighter.“Oh yeah, that’s right… I got wasted!”His eyes open again and the demon slowly picks himself up off the floor, sober now but feeling a little rough.(Hello!!! :D sorry for the late reply, I had to vanish for a little while there)

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"Kind of a waste of a weekend, but hey. You do you.” He was a little curious as to why some... demon? Creature? Person. Was just sitting in the hallway, on the floor. The tail was definitely new. Kinda cool, in a familiar kind of way. 

“You good? Need a bottle of water? A burrito?” Hopefully the newcomer wasn’t violent. This was the second to last shirt that didn’t have a hole in it.  “There’s a pretty good mom and pop place up the street. Don’t ask questions if you look... you know. Unusual.” 

Nero rubbed the back of his neck with his good hand. “So long as you don’t try to hurt anyone, we won’t have problems.” 

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Nero glances up, then leans back slowly. "Mondays, am I right?" (( hi hello how are you))

The demon cracks open one eye and looks lazily towards the stranger barely moving a muscle.His arms are crossed, his upper body leaned right back to the wall but his pelvis held a little way forward so he was sitting in a lazy almost laying down position on the floor, and his tail curled around his feet similarly to the way cats would position theirs.“It’s Monday?… What happened to the weekend?” he asks closing his eyes again and shifts his body to sit up a little straighter.“Oh yeah, that’s right… I got wasted!”His eyes open again and the demon slowly picks himself up off the floor, sober now but feeling a little rough.(Hello!!! :D sorry for the late reply, I had to vanish for a little while there)

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Case in short, moving from your ‘house’ to a shitty studio apartment with too many windows has it’s drawbacks. 

Annoying downstairs neighbors behind, the family above’s got a kid that plays the tuba. 

Every. Damn. Night. 

From like 6 to 8 pm, which - hey. At least the kid’s learning. I just wish the goddamn plaster wasn’t so thin. 

So far the only perks are these.

The landlady has six or seven cats that are all the cuddliest bastards you’ve ever met

There’s a garden right to the left in a vacant lot so I get to see plants every day instead of just distant sea + concrete

Pretty sure I have somehow gained the loyalty of that one flock of crows in every fucking town

The houseplant the previous tenant left is NOT cursed and hasn’t died yet

sums it up. Oh. And I have a washer and dryer IN my apartment. hell yes.

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Dear Neighbors:

This is a posting of what I don’t want to hear, see, deal with. 

“Hey, Nero! Can you help me fix---”

Use a phonebook. Call a plumber. I DON’T KNOW HOW TO FIX A LEAKING SINK PIPE, HERE, TAKE MY PAYCHECK, CALL A PROFESSIONAL please, dear fucking god, don’t ASK me to look at your PLUMBING. 

Unless your sink is inhabited by demons, or somehow a portal to my fucking Van is in there, I’m not going to be able to fix it. 

Why does this happen. It’s 10 am. I’m only awake because I’m typically working overnight.  

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“Have you thought about... I dunno... being more careful?” He pauses, rubbing his jaw thoughtfully. “Taking up leatherworking?” 

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“May your jacket rest in peace.”

“I’m running out of money again…”