She always had a guess on where'd he be. No dare would the prideful girl admit that, hey, occasionally, this place sent people to and from worlds. It was logical, wasn't it? But it didn't come free without nerves being struck, everything being wounded up. There would be victims of her temper, the threats she passed. But the sad part was...it was true. She would shoot them, if they made her angry enough, the only way she knew how to relieve stress and anger.
Underground was her haunt too, she came down here for a good stress relief, next to the woods. Anything and everything was welcome to be blown into the sky. After a while, all the concerned comments -- they did become annoying after a while.
Some things didn't change when Lady returned human again, not even stealthy walking under the corridors, lugging the cannon, the weight becoming numbing to her by now. Hand already going to her right side, trigger finger tapping on her gun, hearing the next barrage of gunshots. She'd be lying saying she could hear and be able to tell who's
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Well that was a familiar sound, though not one he'd actually expected to hear. Whirling, the red leather of his coat swirling dramatically -- he'd never admit it made him feel pretty damn badass when it did that -- he fixed his mouth in it's typical smirk, mostly to hide the relief that maybe she didn't hate him as much as he'd thought she must. Of course... she might just be coming to shoot him again. That was almost the more likely conclusion, really.
It was funny, the two of them would never admit to relief or happiness, upon running into each other, just like the night Lady was dropped into the city. Though even she knew he was relieved, so he had to assume likewise, right?
A sigh, a relieved one, anyway, and the permascowl on Lady's face had faded away, taking very, very heavy steps, almost unwilling to the white-haired man. Just don't look at him, just don't. The only way to keep her temper in check, was of course, to avoid any eye contact. That way a less...painful ending would be averted.
Or not. Lady's blue and red eyes fell upon him, the once gentle facial expression had seemingly faded a bit, crossing her arms like a scolding mother. "Where did you go?" A quiet, exasperated tone.
Ok, so she hadn't shot him yet. But that didn't mean she necessarily wouldn't. And... she was using that tone of voice he'd come to realize normally meant he was likely to eventually get shot. A smart man would have found a good way to defuse the situation.
"Home, where else?"
Unfortunately for Dante, "smart" was not the adjective that perhaps best described him. At least... not at this precise moment. Hence why he simply shrugged and readjusted the sword on his back before hooking thumbs in his beltloops and leaning back against the wall.
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Underground was her haunt too, she came down here for a good stress relief, next to the woods. Anything and everything was welcome to be blown into the sky. After a while, all the concerned comments -- they did become annoying after a while.
Some things didn't change when Lady returned human again, not even stealthy walking under the corridors, lugging the cannon, the weight becoming numbing to her by now. Hand already going to her right side, trigger finger tapping on her gun, hearing the next barrage of gunshots. She'd be lying saying she could hear and be able to tell who's ( ... )
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A sigh, a relieved one, anyway, and the permascowl on Lady's face had faded away, taking very, very heavy steps, almost unwilling to the white-haired man. Just don't look at him, just don't. The only way to keep her temper in check, was of course, to avoid any eye contact. That way a less...painful ending would be averted.
Or not. Lady's blue and red eyes fell upon him, the once gentle facial expression had seemingly faded a bit, crossing her arms like a scolding mother. "Where did you go?" A quiet, exasperated tone.
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"Home, where else?"
Unfortunately for Dante, "smart" was not the adjective that perhaps best described him. At least... not at this precise moment. Hence why he simply shrugged and readjusted the sword on his back before hooking thumbs in his beltloops and leaning back against the wall.
"Didja feed Luce for me?"
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