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“Nero, hand me that wrench,” Nico demanded with her hand sticking out from under the van expectantly. When no response came, she slid on her creeper to where she could see the garage. “Nero?” she called when she didn’t see him. “Where is he?” she wondered, standing to go search for her helper. “He was just here a couple minutes ago.”
Wiping her hands as she went, Nico entered the shop to look around. She went through the main office, the basement, and the library they’d made for Vergil on the first floor without any sign of her friend. Finally, as she was rounding the corner that led to the kitchen, she found herself yanked back by her shirt. “What the–”
“Shh,” Nero snapped, keeping his grip on her so she didn’t move any farther.
“What are you doing hiding out in a shadowy corner?” Nico whisper-yelled.
Rolling his eyes, he jabbed his free thumb around that corner she’d been about to turn, but didn’t explain anything verbally.
Nico quirked up an eyebrow as she leaned to look around the obstacle. And the sight that greeted her wasn’t one she’d ever expected to see. Her and Nero’s other friend, Y/N, with their arms slung around Dante’s neck as their lips sealed together. Eyes wide, Nico turned back to Nero. “What the hell?” she said a little too loudly.
“Shut the hell up, idiot!” Nero whispered harshly. “I went to grab a drink, and they were like that. It’s been like ten minutes.”
“Well, whose bright idea was it to hang mistletoe there?” she snapped right back. At his surprised look, she mocked, “Oh, you didn’t see that? Because I did.”
“You guys know I can hear you, right?” Dante’s voice called, laughter clear in his tone. “Half demon is a fair bit more than a quarter for the whole ‘unnatural hearing’ thing.”
“Screw that,” that was Y/N’s voice. “They’re loud enough that even I can hear them.”
Sheepishly, both of the eavesdropping parties slunk out from their hiding place.
“And I’m the one that put the mistletoe there,” Y/N smirked. “Thought it would be cute for Nero when Kyrie gets here, but I was caught while I was hanging it.”
“You complainin’?” Dante teased.
Nico suspected that that hand he had around them was less innocently sitting on their lower back and more in their back pocket, but elected not to say anything.
“Not in the slightest.”
“Alright,” Nero threw his arms up in defeat as he stormed between them to grab the drink he’d originally been after. “Back to work.”
“Aw, what’s the matter, kid?” Dante called behind his nephew. “Tired of eavesdropping?”
All Nero could hear in his retreat was the laughter of the three he’d left in the kitchen.
Nico raised an eyebrow at the couple she was left with. “So when’re you gonna tell him you’ve been screwing for the last month?”