Comments | rocklikeacock: If you can't laugh about your situation, then you're in for a miserable ride.

rocklikeacock

If you can't laugh about your situation, then you're in for a miserable ride.

Sep 26, 2008 10:14

[ The jukebox was playing something from the early nineties, it sounded suspiciously like Nirvana beneath the static of the ancient device. On the couch, like he'd forgotten all about the visit, he was napping. Boots were resting on the couch, crossed at the ankle, as the older man lounged behind them, his face beneath the chapel of a fashion ( Read more... )

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know_sacrifice September 29 2008, 02:11:50 UTC

[Quiet now, maybe, but not for long. Finding someone to 'hop her and her car was a little harder than she was used to, but she'd obviously managed, and there was something undeniably awesome about the way the Lamborghini purred as she cruised it down the road, looking for a si--

Whoop, there it was. Parking took a few minutes and a couple tries, since she wanted to do it perfectly, and she locked the car's door behind her, sticking the keys in a pocket and making her way into the office. Almost shy, she peeked in, tapping against the doorframe with her knuckles when she saw him...sleeping?] Knock knock~

rocklikeacock September 29 2008, 02:31:35 UTC

[ Her voice was drown in rock, the man on the couch still lost in slumber. Maybe he didn't know how long he was going to sleep, or maybe he forgot that he was going to have a visitor. (But it all honesty it was because with everything going on, he didn't get much of a chance to nap anymore.) ]

know_sacrifice September 29 2008, 02:41:19 UTC

Hmm. [For a minute she wasn't sure what to do. Wait for him to wake up? Leave and come back later? Try and make him wake up? With Sam or Larry or one of her friends, she wouldn't even have hesitated, but with someone she didn't really know...

Finally, she decided to do what teenage girls are famous for, and went passive-aggressive, crossing over to the jukebox and turning the Nirvana down to not-quite-silent. Let's see if that works.]

rocklikeacock September 29 2008, 02:59:36 UTC

[ It was thankful that she hadn't gotten any testimonials about Dante's behavior from Trish or Lady before she arrived at Devil May Cry. They could've told her a few interesting things about him. Then again, there he was sleeping while he expected guests. The music lowered, and there was a pause, the large man sucked in a snore, held it, and then added a "huh?" at the end. ]

Hey.

[ There was a sleepy yawn. ]

Trish, turn it back up ...

[ One of his hands gestured loosely in the direction of the jukebox, the magazine still perched on his forehead. ]

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