"It's not a tattoo but thanks." Danny didn't go into what his tattoo was. It was a mark on his skin, as a tattoo would imply, but it had been burned into the flesh by a magical undying dragon.
He flashed Vergil a light smile as he continued moving the smaller pieces of furniture out of the family room and kitchen. Between him and Vergil, he doubted it'd take more than 20 minutes to have everything set up for them to clean.
"Daniel?" Danny raised an eyebrow as he brushed a bit of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. He had no idea what earned the formal name but it sounded weird. No one called him Daniel. Maybe his mother but she was dead...
"Want to help me with the couch? Then the kitchen table?" They were the only two big items that neither Vergil nor Danny could likely get out of the house by themselves.
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He flashed Vergil a light smile as he continued moving the smaller pieces of furniture out of the family room and kitchen. Between him and Vergil, he doubted it'd take more than 20 minutes to have everything set up for them to clean.
"Daniel?" Danny raised an eyebrow as he brushed a bit of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. He had no idea what earned the formal name but it sounded weird. No one called him Daniel. Maybe his mother but she was dead...
"Want to help me with the couch? Then the kitchen table?" They were the only two big items that neither Vergil nor Danny could likely get out of the house by themselves.