[see Dante. see Dante lounging on his couch. see Dante... sans trademark red coat, because
it got torn. :|b]
Man. You kids, I swear, almost more trouble than you're worth. [siiiiighs, standing to go grab his backup jacket... which is black. stares at it with a mixed look of annoyance and - nostalgia, maybe? either way he shakes it off and shrugs the jacket on, seeming intent on going out.]
Damn, he was right - I do look like I'm going to a funeral.