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Who: Dante (combust and Asellus (roseimbroglio)
What: Dante drops Sellz a note, because he's being - gasp - a little more observant than usual, and has noticed she hasn't said a word to him. Plus, he told Vergil he'd get info out of her.
When: Fast-forwarding to after he teaches Orihime to play pool and after he crawls into Vergil's room and decides his brother makes the best body pillow ever.
Where: Sellz's room.
Warnings: I...Don't know, really. I suppose it depends on how Dante behaves himself. Potty mouth as always, however.
Rating: PG-13 for now.
He was early. That wasn't typical behavior for Dante, no, but it didn't change the fact that he was early all the same. Besides, Asellus had said she'd leave the window open for him (as apparently she knew well this was his preferred method of entry, and that was just a wee bit creepy), though he suspected it had more to do with him bringing food and booze than it did any desire to really talk to him.
Not that he blamed her. He supposed with the kind of accusations he'd been throwing at her right before she'd started acting like he didn't exist had to have been hard to take, but if she knew him so well, she'd understand, more than anything, that it was just a way of survival. It didn't change his stance on anything, no, but he supposed he could understand how hard it had to be, to put up with someone flinging shit left and right.
He let himself in through the window, takeout boxes and bottle in hand. He had more than the both of them would probably eat, but leftover Chinese tended to be better than the first go at it, anyway, and besides: He had no idea what she'd want. After finding that note on his door he'd considered calling or texting her to find out, but had shoved it off, figuring he'd just make a few guesses and hope for the best.
Once inside he surveyed the room, and he figured it looked pretty much the same as it had the night he'd scared the hell out of her by popping up in her window. She'd said where the music was, but he bypassed that, deciding touching that thing was asking for trouble, and instead settled on the floor, crossing his legs indian-fashion and digging around in one of the bags for a carton of fried rice. He'd just keep himself occupied with food (the only thing he'd had since the stolen poptarts) instead, to keep his hands or mouth (once she arrived) from getting him into trouble.