✖ Dante ✖ Mission Eleven: Blue Sky's
[Someone is sitting alone at that particular table looking out the window at a light morning drizzle. There's an elbow propped on the table as a hand held up a chin and the rest of a familiar face. Dante was sitting at the same booth of the cafeteria he's always spotted at by himself with a solemn look on his face. The fact there's a strawberry sundae that hasn't so much as been touched in what appeared to be some time was melting and overflowing over the white table.
He didn't even seem like he was putting the world much attention, blue eyes were just lazily looking out the window until his free hand began to move towards the dessert. Bare fingertips touched nothing but pink gooey.]
What the-
Great. That's the third time this week. You guys are really getting lazy on your ice cream, it melts too quickly.
[He grabs his communicator and just starts walking unaware it's even recording to begin with. He's leaving the mess behind. So unlike him.]
It's raining with the sun out. Kind of funny.
He didn't even seem like he was putting the world much attention, blue eyes were just lazily looking out the window until his free hand began to move towards the dessert. Bare fingertips touched nothing but pink gooey.]
What the-
Great. That's the third time this week. You guys are really getting lazy on your ice cream, it melts too quickly.
[He grabs his communicator and just starts walking unaware it's even recording to begin with. He's leaving the mess behind. So unlike him.]
It's raining with the sun out. Kind of funny.