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thefolder2013-10-31 11:56 pm
hellspawnedhero) wrote in thefolder2013-10-31 11:56 pm
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Who: Dante, Roze and Yu
What: A virus induced breakup turns ugly and an intervention is had.
When: A little while after this text.
Where: Room 309
Dante ordinarily had good control of his admittedly nasty temper, rarely losing his cool unless anger was truly warranted. Something like an abrupt breakup would upset him, yes, but he would respond with depression rather than rage. But thanks to the effects of the SCOPE virus, that wasn't the case this time.
His footsteps were loud and heavy as he made the short walk from his own door to Roze's, Coronamon pulling uselessly at the back of his coat and only succeeding in getting himself dragged along. A hard twist of the doorknob revealed the door to be locked and brought a low, bestial growl from his throat. She'd locked him out? Hah, like that would change anything.
Stalking back across the hall (and dragging his poor partner along behind him), she shifted his balance low and ran at the door. A harsh kick to the middle of it cracked the wood and sent the door falling down in two pieces, to be trampled on as Dante stalked inside.
"Hey, bitch! You got somethin' to say to me, ain't it polite to say it to my face?!"
What: A virus induced breakup turns ugly and an intervention is had.
When: A little while after this text.
Where: Room 309
Dante ordinarily had good control of his admittedly nasty temper, rarely losing his cool unless anger was truly warranted. Something like an abrupt breakup would upset him, yes, but he would respond with depression rather than rage. But thanks to the effects of the SCOPE virus, that wasn't the case this time.
His footsteps were loud and heavy as he made the short walk from his own door to Roze's, Coronamon pulling uselessly at the back of his coat and only succeeding in getting himself dragged along. A hard twist of the doorknob revealed the door to be locked and brought a low, bestial growl from his throat. She'd locked him out? Hah, like that would change anything.
Stalking back across the hall (and dragging his poor partner along behind him), she shifted his balance low and ran at the door. A harsh kick to the middle of it cracked the wood and sent the door falling down in two pieces, to be trampled on as Dante stalked inside.
"Hey, bitch! You got somethin' to say to me, ain't it polite to say it to my face?!"