(Frolic as you please)

[blindinjustice]

Sniffling weakly, letting go a stifled cough, Dante steps into the Asylum for work. Having to lean against the closed door, back hunched. A hand comes up to his mouth, coughing harshly into it. He was pale, but no where near as pale as he was the night before, blood stained and dieing. Staggering over to the counter, he let reflective ambers

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[twitchnosewitch]

Rosie, after hearing from the receptionist that Dante had come into work, decided to go looking for him.

((D&D tonight, so I'll be really slow replying))

[blindinjustice]

He was in the garden, standing against a shaded tree, hooded eyes to some patients on their little break. Arms folded over his chest. Concentrating on looking his normal intimidating self.

[twitchnosewitch]

Rosie finds him, eventually, waving to him when she's halfway across the garden to him. She's drinking water from a bottle, and carries a second that she offers to him when she's closer.

[blindinjustice]

He stays still, eyes vigilant on the patients at the chess board. He chews gently on his tongue, jaw clenching on it.

[twitchnosewitch]

She stops an arms-length from him. "I thought you might be thirsty?"

[blindinjustice]

"Nein."

Voice soft, weak. Not as before. He shifts his weight, leaning away casually.

[twitchnosewitch]

She studies him for a moment, then folds her arms. "What's wrong?"

[blindinjustice]

Nothingness. He is as he was before. Hoping. Trying to be as he was before. Loss of blood does that to a person. His eyes stay to the patients, hidding behind his hair so as not to disturb those with his amber gaze.

[twitchnosewitch]

She sighs, speaking quietly. "You're pale. Are you not feeling well?"

[blindinjustice]

"Sick."

He plaily put it, eyes kept to the face of that patient. Those ears. Stay there.

[twitchnosewitch]

"Can I get you anything?" She seems undisturbed that he won't look at her. She's getting used to it.

[blindinjustice]

"Nein."

He coughed softly, bringing a bandaged hand to his mouth, coughing into it. A wince, soft, contained. Hand fell to his stomach. To the stitches.

[twitchnosewitch]

...

"We do work for a doctor, you know. Maybe you should go see Jonathan..." She worried, now, and sounds it.

[blindinjustice]

"Not that sick."

He turned, heading up to the patients as the time for them to head inside had arrived. He ushered them slowly in, herding them like a sheppards dog to the lambs. A wolf in dogs clothing. No looking back.

Inside.

[twitchnosewitch]

She follows him; she hasn't anything else to do since Harleen's hiding from her and it is her job to make sure everyone's happy. Literally.

[blindinjustice]

Softly growling, her trailing him somewhat unamusing. The patients inside, where they should be. Dante takes to the break room, peering over the sink, staring at the cold water that pours from it.