Kwik Stop Rooftop, Tuesday Afternoon
The cat seemed to have forgiven Dante this week.
Or maybe it was the bacon. He had snuck a whole shit ton of bacon out of the dorms this go-around.
So now they were sitting companionably on the roof, the cat licking the last bacon grease off of his paw, Dante smoking a cigarette at nothing in particular. Occasionally his eyes drifted to the skyline, or the street, or the water over there, and... they studiously ignored the flicker of something black and human-shaped down below, on the bricks.
There were places and times when Limbo and the real world didn't want to play keep-away quite as bad. Those were the worst-- at least for Dante, who could actually see it, flickers of demons or ghosts or whatever the hell that shit was. He didn't even know what brought it on: his own state of mind? The Earth rotating wherever he was in the wrong direction? (Or maybe it really was just him being c-- nevermind.) No clue. Not that it'd mattered lately. Whatever weirdness Fandom had going on with its Limbo, it had largely shielded him from getting glimpses of what was on the other side.
Until now, anyway. Dante kinda hoped that if he ignored that human shade - hanging against a lamp post, looking like it was in the throes of some illness or whatever - it would go away. This was supposed to be a Limbo-free zone, right?
Well, at least it was just dead people, not demons.
Dante collapsed back against the roof and stared up at the sky instead. It was a nice day. Maybe he should go do something to wipe that poor dead bastard down there off his mind.
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Or maybe it was the bacon. He had snuck a whole shit ton of bacon out of the dorms this go-around.
So now they were sitting companionably on the roof, the cat licking the last bacon grease off of his paw, Dante smoking a cigarette at nothing in particular. Occasionally his eyes drifted to the skyline, or the street, or the water over there, and... they studiously ignored the flicker of something black and human-shaped down below, on the bricks.
There were places and times when Limbo and the real world didn't want to play keep-away quite as bad. Those were the worst-- at least for Dante, who could actually see it, flickers of demons or ghosts or whatever the hell that shit was. He didn't even know what brought it on: his own state of mind? The Earth rotating wherever he was in the wrong direction? (Or maybe it really was just him being c-- nevermind.) No clue. Not that it'd mattered lately. Whatever weirdness Fandom had going on with its Limbo, it had largely shielded him from getting glimpses of what was on the other side.
Until now, anyway. Dante kinda hoped that if he ignored that human shade - hanging against a lamp post, looking like it was in the throes of some illness or whatever - it would go away. This was supposed to be a Limbo-free zone, right?
Well, at least it was just dead people, not demons.
Dante collapsed back against the roof and stared up at the sky instead. It was a nice day. Maybe he should go do something to wipe that poor dead bastard down there off his mind.
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