(Frolic as you please)

[blindinjustice]

Sniffling weakly, letting go a stifled cough, Dante steps into the Asylum for work. Having to lean against the closed door, back hunched. A hand comes up to his mouth, coughing harshly into it. He was pale, but no where near as pale as he was the night before, blood stained and dieing. Staggering over to the counter, he let reflective ambers

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[twitchnosewitch]

Rosie, after hearing from the receptionist that Dante had come into work, decided to go looking for him.

((D&D tonight, so I'll be really slow replying))

[blindinjustice]

He was in the garden, standing against a shaded tree, hooded eyes to some patients on their little break. Arms folded over his chest. Concentrating on looking his normal intimidating self.

[twitchnosewitch]

Rosie finds him, eventually, waving to him when she's halfway across the garden to him. She's drinking water from a bottle, and carries a second that she offers to him when she's closer.

[blindinjustice]

He stays still, eyes vigilant on the patients at the chess board. He chews gently on his tongue, jaw clenching on it.