Vergil was about to tell him off when he slapped his shoulder. But instead he lifted his hand to his mouth, laughing into his fist. How was this his brother? He was utterly redicoulous and Vergil couldn't help but love it.

"Dante! He hissed when Dante vaulted and gestured for him as he legged it. Well. shit, he had very identifiable hair... and it was free anyway, but his idiot brother always found trouble. "Damnit." Hr growled and ran after Dante... he needed a hoodie or a hat if he was going to run with his brother.

"Why are we running..." He called to Dante, and nope he's not as fast as Dante, but mostly because he doesn't plan to wind himself. he's not an athlete by any means, but he was a nerd that paid attention to all of his classes in school... even Gym.