★ Don't call my name, don't call my name.
Characters: cowboyphase, lovethyfather, likeagoodson
Setting/Location: District One
Date & Time: Shortly after this. Mid day-ish.
Warnings: General shenanigans? Gay tense.
Summary: Dante and Charley meet up to search for Johnny.
Charley absolutely refuses to be anxious.
He waits and waits, observing what little of the crowd there is for identifying marks of Dante's person: a "big red coat". In the past, he's been given even less to work with, but with his thoughts clearly distracted, it's difficult to focus on anything other than Master's condition. Is he hurt? Is he in any danger? And it's well past noon already. His uncharacteristic carelessness had already once ended in apologizing to someone else he'd incidentally mistaken for Dante.
Charley tilts his head, arms crossed as he continues to look around. Sacra - more impatient than he - walks a slow circle around him before sitting at his feet. Yes, he wants to tell the dog, that is also how he feels. But it's a short-lived thought the moment a flash of crimson catches his eye; he moves toward it unconsciously, mouth a thin, hard line.
Male. Red coat.
It's enough to convince him. Never mind his disbelief at the other's hair color. Still, Charley remains composed as he approaches - enhanced hearing picks up the sound of Sacra trailing after him a moment later, obedient without command. He adjusts the glasses on his nose with a quick hand.
"I apologize if I'm wrong, but are you Dante?"