vital star six.

[devilinred]

[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

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[with_liiiiiight]

[Dante looks tired, defeated. It's obvious that he hasn't slept]

You're just being a drama queen, old man.

[devilinred]

[waves that off, frowning a little as he notices the obvious lack of sleep.]

Have you slept... at all, kid?

[with_liiiiiight]

Sleep is for the weak, right? [laughs, but it doesn't sound quite right] I'll sleep when I'm dead.

[devilinred]

[... this is his unamused face, younger self.]

Go sleep. You don't pull off the whole 'insomniac' look well.

[with_liiiiiight]

[ignoooooreessssss. Is grumpy :|]

Lies. I pull off every look well.

[devilinred]

[refuses to be ignored. :|!]

Trust me, not this one. Go sleep.

[with_liiiiiight]

You're not my father, old man. You can't send me to bed, got that? Just because you smacked me around doesn't mean you can tell me what to do.

[devilinred]

[oh lord. only half-heartedly listens to that.]

If I was your father, there would be some major problems here. But fine, fine - do what you want. [but he is going out.]

[with_liiiiiight]

[does not want to be ignored, wtffff]

So quit acting like a father, then. I don't need you for that.

[devilinred]

[this he knows. and is using to his advantage.]

All right, I will.

[with_liiiiiight]

[don't leeeeave him. He is cranky and tired and kind of needs someone around that he can hit. And possibly hug.]

Good. You'd better not.

[devilinred]

[and for a change of pace, because that was getting old - ]

So, are you coming or not?

[with_liiiiiight]

[:\]

Depends on where you're going.

[devilinred]

Bar.

[with_liiiiiight]

We drinking again?

[devilinred]

Why not?