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โ on the dirt about ancient history. How about you look to the future? Might even help you guess how far Iโm going to shove my boot up your ass.โ
Snapping two fingers; the form of black and gold lacquered devil trigger now summoned to his left appendage, eyes just barely flicker g in the light of a bonfire that sat at midst of their field of play.
โYap, yap, yap; thatโs all you old heads do โ drag your tongues โโ
A roll of his eyes as eldest spawn turned his body to face the visage of sibling annoyance once again, he can sense the blood of their father coursing.
โYou of all people should know that which happened last we fought against each other, or do you come for another failure?โ
As dawn begins to set, Danteโs cracked grin sets across the expanse, a hand on hip with blade over the other shoulder.
โGonnaโ keep brooding, or are you gonnaโ come get your ass kicked again?โ
โTch โ.โ
The hunter fell back in his seat before leaning forth, arms over railings. For some reason, taking on a colossus seemed far less daunting than trying to retrieve his drink from the woman.
โโM no damn hermit. . . Just a simple man, making his way like any other.โ
Granted, a simple man with a closet full of red coats and Devil Triggers; a simple man nonetheless.
Heโd no sooner leaned over the railing than pop his head up, nodding his head to the music.
โIf you want to get me out and about so bad, then fine, fine. What do you want โ
โYโknow drinking helps me talk to pretโ. Ahem.
Helps me talk to people.โ
Averted eyes would mask minuscule embarrassment, and hands would once again go for the glass in her grasp.
Eyes travel high, dancing from the drink to her eyes as lower lip is curved downward to mimic pouting features.
โAwe; gonnaโ take my fun away before you even have a seat?โ
The swill in the cup swished as she lifted, and he leaned backward to create such a space between.
โ the witch swooped her hand down to snatch the drink out of his hand and hold above his head .
โ You know I donโt like it when you call me over and drinks are involved . โ
Without the countenance of her stare, heโd been otherwise glad sheโd come at all. Now that the place was a โขbit neater, heโd mind less if she came around to see him.
Back to the issue at hand; Heโd daringly make grasp for the cup.
Several thoughts came to mind; first of such being that he'd like to go on an adventure with her, see if her whim could shake him of his dull outlook.
Dante wanted something to surprise him again, and that woman? She seemed to have just the spark that would light that fire.
Pale locks shift in wind as he sips at his beer, having sent word for @BAY0NETTA to meet him. On second floor balcony of Devil May Cry, Dante sat on one of the two patio chairs with a leg kicked over the other knee.
One arm rested behind lax neck, eyes peering up at โ
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โโ passing clouds with a bored stare. He had hopes she'd accept his invitation; he'd thought perhaps bringing her around here finally would be a fun idea.
The jukebox played a mellow rock song, echoing up from below to accompany the swishing of amber liquid as he swigged.
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