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"Was that really necessary?" Dante waved the glowing blue feathers away, sighing.
Nero stood in the middle of Dante's office, arms crossed in embarrassment. They'd been having an argument about some job Dante was trying to cut him out of, so Nero had lost his head a little. He hadn't meant to, but he had devil triggered and continued to yell at Dante in his devil form. The devil form which had glowing feathers, feathers that were now fluttering about the room from him losing his temper.
Dante smirked at him, "You're like an angry chicken."
Nero jumped him, fuming.