"Never." A lie, in the sense that she can do things that infuriate him, but he'll love her no matter what.
Dante began to caress her hair, his head gently leaning atop of her own. It felt nice not having to worry about responsibilities for a few hours.
"I havent slept —
"cheek? are you mad at me?"
she teased before letting her head fall on his chest, her eyes closing as she listened to his heartbeat. one of the rare mornings when they could take their time...
"No, no — not a scientist, and definitely not a doctor. Im going for my graduates in Electrical Engineering.
I like trying to make machines that'll help people in one way or another."
"Just when I need to. Experiments tend to get a bit... explosive."
Some have quite literally caught fire or outright broken apart before his eyes. Some have been successful at staying together, that does not mean the majority.
https://t.co/Xcdmk14XME
After having watched too many dispatch playthroughs, ive decided that the attitude that Dante expresses is a tweak closer to that of Robert Robertson.
— No sooner did the sentence end that Dante came back forth.
"Your ideas are certainly inspiring. Makes me wanna make some tweaks, to make my work that much more efficient."
"I've seen designs that would piss their pants at the sight of your inventions."
A few being Dante's own. Leo had taken control.
"Not like they wouldn't have the same impact that my boy Dante has.
Bugger's a real tough nut."
—
Standing out is nice, but one might run the chance of making themselves too noticeable. Not his place to question much anyways though.
A few more minutes of modification, though he was making things take longer by adding in bits of tech that’d help him out in the long run.