(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))

[twitchnosewitch]

She leans against the wall beside the door, watching him. "You don't have to be the big, tough, scary guy with me."

[blindinjustice]

Coughing again, frustration rising. His hand lowered under the water, basking in the cold liquid. Calming.

[twitchnosewitch]

"Or you can be stubborn and get worse. That works too." She sets the bottle of water on a table. "It's stupid, but it works."

[blindinjustice]

"I'm fine."

He growls softly, rubbing gentle fingers over his hand. Over the burn. Just staring at it.

[twitchnosewitch]

"And I, my dear, don't believe that." She watches him a moment more. "But I can't force you to listen to me."

[blindinjustice]

Deeper the grol grew, frustrated moreso. He wanted to be left alone, couldn't she see that? To be by himself. Like it had been back home.

Home.

[twitchnosewitch]

"Fine, I'm going..." And, frowning, she does so; out into the hall and off towards Jonathan's office.

[blindinjustice]

He sighes, looking up at the clock.

His shift was over.