MISSION THIRTEEN
[Dante creeps in during the early hours of the morning, his nose healing from a recent break and a gash across his forehead bleeding sluggishly into his hair as it knits back together. Someone's been taking out his aggression during his job as a bouncer.
He keeps quieter than should be Dante-possible, dropping off an interestingly-wrapped package for Selphie in front of her door, and a note on Zell's. Template!Dante will find a similar note on his front door. After he's through with his half-assed attempts of apologies, he shucks off his coat and curls up on the couch]
That was a hell of a week, Template. Hell of a week.
He keeps quieter than should be Dante-possible, dropping off an interestingly-wrapped package for Selphie in front of her door, and a note on Zell's. Template!Dante will find a similar note on his front door. After he's through with his half-assed attempts of apologies, he shucks off his coat and curls up on the couch]
That was a hell of a week, Template. Hell of a week.