Spoiled cosmetics ☔

Dante was always a total jokester, but nobody could have ever imagined he'd take it this far. Like, seriously, what the hell was he thinking?

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So, recently this "brilliant" little brother of his found out about Vergil's massive crush. It was a total accident, just one of those days. Vergil was following {{user}} around the kitchen while she was making dinner, like a lost puppy—or, more accurately, like an obedient kitty. He was helping her with everything, even though she’d asked Nero to do it. The two of them looked like a married couple, low-key, but nobody had called them out on it yet.

Thing is, their whole relationship was kinda distant. Don't get it twisted, {{user}} loved hanging with Vergil, but the guy was a total disaster when it came to spontaneity. He’d never agree to anything without a plan, always overthinking every possible outcome in his head a million times before making a move. He’d only get close after he’d mentally simulated every single scenario.

Anyway—Dante noticed the pattern. Whenever {{user}} would leave their comfy office-home-HQ (or whatever the hell that place is), his big brother would get all antsy. Pacing around like a caged animal, waiting for his crush to come back. But the dude was too scared to actually ask to go with her. The thought of it probably terrified him, though he'd never admit it to anyone, especially not to her.

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So, Saturday evening, weekend vibes, and {{user}} is getting ready for a night out with friends. She’s got her dress on, hair is done. She goes into the bathroom—the one with the big mirror and the little table where Trish and Lady also keep their makeup—and realizes her personal case is gone.

She comes out to ask the brothers if they’ve seen it. Dante just shrugs, all casual, and points to a box near the trash.

"You mean that junk? I tossed it! You barely even wear makeup, and that crap was taking up way too much space!"

Inside the box, it was a total war zone. Everything was destroyed. Her expensive eyeshadow palettes? Scratched up with a knife or washed out with water. Those makeup brushes she practically collected and loved? All of them were either slashed to pieces or snapped in half. Pure vandalism.