MISSION EIGHT
[as he works in a bar, Dante usually keeps late hours. He comes home around two in the morning and crashes until Zell or the morning sun wakes him up. He doesn't wake up until late afternoon today, though, since Zell is sick in bed and he never saw the morning sun.]
The hell did the sun go? Zell? Zell, did you pull the blinds? It's freakin' pitch black in here.
[he gets up, feeling for the light switch, and flips it a couple of times. When that doesn't prove useful, he gropes his way to the window, manually pulling up the blinds. He can FEEL the sunlight coming in warm against his skin, but...]
Zell? [a hint of panic edges its way into his tone] ZELL? ZELL, WHERE ARE YOU?
S-Shortstack? Anyone? What the fuck is going on?
The hell did the sun go? Zell? Zell, did you pull the blinds? It's freakin' pitch black in here.
[he gets up, feeling for the light switch, and flips it a couple of times. When that doesn't prove useful, he gropes his way to the window, manually pulling up the blinds. He can FEEL the sunlight coming in warm against his skin, but...]
Zell? [a hint of panic edges its way into his tone] ZELL? ZELL, WHERE ARE YOU?
S-Shortstack? Anyone? What the fuck is going on?