In his loft, the phone rang every so often. No one was around to answer, and whoever was calling either did not know that today was a no-call day, or knew it but hoped the other would be around so they could somehow sneak an appointment without anyone else getting in the way, but it was no use. Souji wasn't there.
Where was he??
"I swear, it's like this place is run by a three-year-old…" he sighed with a little grin, picking up trash from around the office. Dante was off on business, and Souji had the day off, so it was time to sneak into Devil May Cry and make it hospitable for life again. It was an unspoken rule, or rather a tradition. There were times Souji was asked to go on missions with Dante, but on those times when he was gone off on his own, or needed more heavy hitters (like Lady or Trish), Souji would find another way to help Dante, and often it was like this.
No matter what happens, some things about Souji never changed.
It would be the only time there was no rock music in the warehouse. Instead, enka flowed through speakers, Souji's voice lilting over it at peaks and valleys, focused on clearing out trash, sweeping away dust. Cleaning bathrooms, doing laundry. Had he no found fortune as an escort, he would've done well as a housekeeping service.
But perhaps not. It's not something he liked doing for just anyone. Souji was a very particular sort, and while flirting with random strangers was not a problem for him, doing something like this, these acts of service, only came to those he truly cared for. Good for Dante, really, else he would absolutely be living in squalor, Souji was sure. But not now. Not as long as Souji was around.
He worked like mad, really, it was a pretty large space, and as he thought, the other didn't have much in the way of food, so it was a trip to the market, and Souji went to making a few bento. He was going overboard. He always did, but the other didn't say anything about it… nothing that would prevent him from doing it again, so it was… fine. It was fine.
It was fine, but exhausting, and now he was all dirty and sweaty… so late in the day, in a freshly cleaned shower, Souji washed away everything, blushing a little as he used the other's soap, apologizing in advance for taking the rest of his shampoo. It smelled… really nice… He'll replace it later. He promises.
Because it was fine… consider it payment, right?? Just like using the washing machine for his own clothes. He sat there on the bed, wearing a henley much too big for his slender frame, yawning slightly. Maybe it was okay… to just rest here a moment. It's… it's fine…. Not like hot shot was here… and did he even use his own bed??
It'll just be…. for a few… minutes…..
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