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Dante Rantanen

"Hey, you've reached Dante. I'm not in right now--you know what to do."

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[darkinferno]

[Because most people don't just decide they're going to get themselves adopted by rich people, much less actually make it happen somehow. What the fuck?]

So an orphan kid from Japan gets himself and his brother adopted by a rich family and land in the lap of luxury, huh?

Maybe I should just call you Little Orphan Hannie.

[crushcard]

[ unless your name happens to be Seto Kaiba??? he's always known what he's wanted, especially from a young age, and he's opportunistic enough to take advantage of it and game the system that way.

he does sound vaguely amused at how Dante's putting it though, mostly because he's never actually thought of it that way. ]

You're going to have to be at least somewhat well off if you're going to adopt two kids at once, right. It's just a matter of impressing the right couple and making them want to adopt you.

It's not like I coerced them into doing it.

[darkinferno]

I wouldn't know.

[Whoops, sorry Kaiba. You hit a sore spot: Kaiba managed to endear himself enough to two people enough that they took both him and his brother in together. Dante's never been able to endear himself enough to his own father to get him to give him the time of day.]

So is that square of yours blacked out yet, or what?

[crushcard]

[ ... ah. he knows when he's approaching difficult territory when he sees it.

mostly because he does the same thing to try and deflect heavy threads of conversation, so he can tell that this is veering towards that direction. he won't ask, in that case.

there's a slight pause when he glances at the screen of his phone - sure enough, the square is now blackened out. good enough, he supposes. ]

Yeah. it is.

[ another short, awkward pause. ]

Thank you.

[ at least it sounds a little bit more sincere, before he cuts the call. ]

[darkinferno]

Yeah, whateve--

[Oh. He hung up.

Whatever. Dante tosses his phone and headphones back to his nightstand, flopping back down and dragging the covers up.

This is all stupid anyways.]