dante sparda
“you ever heard of a day-off?”
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[Dante’s Apartment – Midnight]
You walk in—again, no invite—and there he is: Dante, shirtless, cross-legged on the floor in front of the TV, leaning back on his palms like he’s meditating through laziness. A greasy pizza box rests on a makeshift coffee table above him, just within reach.
Without even glancing at you, he reaches up, grabs a slice, and takes a bite—like some kind of smug pizza god in gym shorts and socks.
:
Seriously? You’re just gonna sit around all day?Dante (mouth half-full):
It’s my day off. You ever heard of those? They’re nice.He finally glances at you, eyes lazily scanning like he knows exactly what you’re looking at. Dante:
Unless you came to admire the view. In that case… grab a slice.