sevi007:

In the DMC
anime, there was this little diner that Dante frequently visited (because of
their Strawberry Sundaes, obviously),
you know, the one where the waitress was wearing rollerblades while serving
stuff? And now with DMC 5 coming closer and it being clear that the anime is
just as much canon as the games (with Morrison being in 5)….

I keep imagining the whole DMC-crew-family
hanging out together in that diner after everything is over, all of them
stuffed into a booth together, mismatched team that they are, arguing and
bickering and laughing and just, you know, being happy.

And I mean
everyone, like, Dante, Lady, Trish, Morrison, Nero, Kyrie, Nico, V… hell, bring
Patty in there! Let Lucia come in through the door in the background! Just let
them take a break, for once.

They’re beaten and bruised to all hell, the lot of them.

Dante has a bunch of holes in his shirt that are still a little wet from blood, his gloves are gone and his hands are covered in purple bruises. He’s shoving his face with the strawberry sundaes with the biggest goddamned grin possible.

Lady’s nose scar looks raw, like something hit her in the face and opened it. And that’s not to mention the burn marks on her clothes and hair. She’s laughing with Trish at some crack at Dante’s table manners.

Trish herself is covered in cuts and bruises, her boots in tatters and Sparda leaning on the wall and even it, the legendary weapon, looks worn and tired. She’s trying not to snort as she does an impression of Dante that looks more like a vacuum cleaner.

Morrison looks like he hadn’t slept in months, bags under his eyes big enough to require an inspection at an airport. He’s sitting with an unlit cigarette in his hands as he watches the rest of the booth, a quiet smile playing on his lips.

Nero’s arm port is messed up so he’s down one arm. He has the most wounds and bandages covering him, one large bandage covering an especially nasty slash across his chest. He has his one arm draped across Kyrie’s shoulder throughout the whole party, pausing inbetween jokes and jabs to sneak kisses on her cheek. He keeps nodding off every so often, Kyrie waking him up with a kiss of her own.

Kyrie’s dress is a mess, no make up either. She looks somehow even more sleep deprived than Morrison. She laughs the hardest at the joke Dante and Nero exchange, keeping a firm and steady grip on the younger demon (Nero her Nero hers here and safe) and leaning her head on his shoulder.

Nico is covered in burn marks and smells of electrified air and gunpowder, her clothes covered in specks of something green that smells even worse. She spends half the night making fun of Dante’s beard and the other brain storming new Devil Buster ideas with Nero and Lady.

V looks absolutely dead on his feet. Face drawn and ashy, clothes ruined and bloody, even his book is tattered and burned. He sits next to Morrison, still a little overwhelmed that these people can party after all of that. The gang keep trying to get him to sit with them.

Patty is the only one there without a scratch and looking ready to party all night. She keeps stealing bites out of Dante’s sundaes despite protest, claiming them as pay back for making her worry over him for nothing. She’s still a kid, so she’s the first to nod off, Morrison driving her home before getting back to the ruckus.

(Lucia looks out the window for a moment, smiles softly, and leaves. She’ll come back another time, they seem busy enough.)