Who: Dante and Fran When: Evening/night, right after their journal comment chat Where: Cafe Nausicaa What: They go out to dinner. Rating: PG currently.
Yo. What did Yo mean? ...hn. Whatever. With an almost uninterested, cool gaze, she smiled. "...Nice to see you as well, I am quite certain, Dante." With a pause, she looked him over. He was odd, for certain. There was a certain air about him, something she couldn't quite place. A... strange power inside him, resonating within and around him, his aura. Yes, he was one to keep an eye on. "...that sounds lovely."
Dante smiled, nodded once, and pushed himself away from the chair. It rocked back into a proper upright position--just barely. He waved towards the exit and started walking with her in that direction.
"So, what do you do in your spare time? Like when there's nothing else to do... for fun, a hobby," Dante suddenly asked after a few minutes of silence prevailed. He was probably more uncomfortable with the silence than anything Hell could throw at him. They rounded the corner of a building as Dante waited for an answer and he spotted the cafe just up ahead.
"Pillage ruins. Practice my archery. Ignore the past. The usual that an outcast stereotypically does." She smiled a bit, more following the other than walking side by side. It was interesting, though. She could smell him. A bit like... cheese? No. That's silly. There was something else. A cologne and water. He smelled like many things yet it was not unpleasant. "...and you? What do you enjoy doing?"
Dante looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Pillaging, hmm? Sounds exciting." He smiled, although it was more of a smirk. "I'm a relax and do nothing kinda guy," he answered, giving an overrated sigh at the end of the sentence, his eyes rolling skyward as he acted dramatic. Then he looked back down with a smirk across his lips once more. "That, and I typically hunt demons and devils for a living. Fighting... now that's fun. But only if it's a challenge."
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"So, what do you do in your spare time? Like when there's nothing else to do... for fun, a hobby," Dante suddenly asked after a few minutes of silence prevailed. He was probably more uncomfortable with the silence than anything Hell could throw at him. They rounded the corner of a building as Dante waited for an answer and he spotted the cafe just up ahead.
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