[Have a raised eyebrow, accompanied by rapid blinking.]
Eva?
...What is this I don't even...
[Clearly Dante doesn't know what to make of this. Wouldn't you be confused too if someone who looks exactly like your deceased mother shows up in Canada wearing lots of leather and holding a small child?]
[And it's here that Trish's eyes widen for a moment, blood running cold for just a second. Eva huh? That's a little too much of a coincidence for a case of mistaken identity, especially coming from someone with...
White hair.
Red leather coat.
...and a young punk face.
Okay, so the voice might sound the same but Trish is immediately on guard because that's not him, but calling her Eva and looking like that is just a little too close for comfort.]
No.
Nice get up. You're a little late for Halloween, kid, and a bit too early for Santa.
Halloween? I can't blame anyone for wanting to dress up as me, but this is what I wear all the time.
[Dante leans back in his chair.] But don't mind me, you just look a lot like--No, you look exactly like someone else I knew.
[And he lets his scrutinizing gaze linger on the blond in the NV for just a moment before reaching off-screen for a slice of pizza.] Anyways, have you tried just feeding the kid? [Here, he takes a sizable bite from his slice of pizza. For relevancy.]
[Narrowing her eyes a tiny bit; for all she knows this punk could have rolled in from Fortuna and she does not like the idea of some wannabe trying to roll around stealing her partner's gimmick.]
I gave the brat candy, after it took out half my hair it's not getting anymore food outta me.
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[And then a little fainter]
Oh would you calm down, I'm not doing anything to you!
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They never shut up, you know.
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Any more bright ideas that don't involve casual murder?
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You know, I think they can smell fear.
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That's just peachy. I pluck the brat out of the path of an oncoming car and this is how it thanks me. You'd think it'd be grateful.
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Maybe it's scared because it was just yanked around and almost got hit by a car?
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Typical. You're damned if you do and you're damned if you don't. It's not like I hurt it or anything.
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You know, in my experience, feeding them tends to keep them quiet. At least until they're through eating, anyway.
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Eva?
...What is this I don't even...
[Clearly Dante doesn't know what to make of this. Wouldn't you be confused too if someone who looks exactly like your deceased mother shows up in Canada wearing lots of leather and holding a small child?]
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White hair.
Red leather coat.
...and a young punk face.
Okay, so the voice might sound the same but Trish is immediately on guard because that's not him, but calling her Eva and looking like that is just a little too close for comfort.]
No.
Nice get up. You're a little late for Halloween, kid, and a bit too early for Santa.
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[Dante leans back in his chair.] But don't mind me, you just look a lot like--No, you look exactly like someone else I knew.
[And he lets his scrutinizing gaze linger on the blond in the NV for just a moment before reaching off-screen for a slice of pizza.] Anyways, have you tried just feeding the kid? [Here, he takes a sizable bite from his slice of pizza. For relevancy.]
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[Narrowing her eyes a tiny bit; for all she knows this punk could have rolled in from Fortuna and she does not like the idea of some wannabe trying to roll around stealing her partner's gimmick.]
I gave the brat candy, after it took out half my hair it's not getting anymore food outta me.
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