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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]

I don't need to act tough. I can deal with my shit on my own.

[That's enough. He's done. He can't deal with Prompto trying to solve this any longer. If he has to keep listening to Prompto trying to call him out or--trying to help him in some weird backwards way? Dante doesn't know--he's going to lose his cool entirely.]

Enough talk. You said you wanted to fight. So fight me.

[His hands curl into fists, coming up in front of him. And if Prompto isn't going to take the first shot, then he sure as hell will.]

[mercurio]

[he will stand his ground. he doesn't have much experience in terms of fights, but he's pretty sure he can handle himself.]

You're the one who doesn't want anything to do with me anymore. [...this isn't a breakup] And I say that I don't believe you. If you're so sure of what you're saying, then prove it.

[darkinferno]

Fine by me!

[Dante's not only got experience in fighting, having gotten into more than one or two scraps himself, but he's also been remembering some of the combat skills his other self had had, which might give him even more of an edge. He crosses the remaining distance between them without even thinking about it, right fist flickering out in a hook that's meant to collide with Prompto's jaw, left fist following up with a punch toward his stomach.

He's refusing to feel bad about this. He'd warned Prompto multiple times to leave him alone. This is just one more step in making sure he does so.]

[mercurio]

[he really means it, is the sad conclusion prompto reaches]

[he about manages to dodge the hook to his jaw but doesn't see the punch to his stomach coming. he takes a few steps back, trying to catch his breath, clutching at his tummy.]

Is that--all? Pffsh.

[darkinferno]

[The act of fighting makes it easier to convince himself that he means it. After all, he wouldn't be hurting Prompto if he didn't really want to drive him away.]

Not quite.

[Dante pursues him, reaching out so that he might be able to grab hold of ether side of his head, bringing him down to knee him in the face. He feels something crunch against his knee, bone or cartilage he doesn't know, and he lets go only to sidestep and drive his elbow toward the other boy's back, hoping to drop him to the ground and end this.

Just stay down.]

[mercurio]

[prompto feels it more than he notices it happening, as it all does too fast for him to figure out up from down. he doesn't even register the pain, as a hit to his back has him crumpling to the ground (rather pathetically, really), and that plus the previous punch to his stomach has him gasping for air, again.]

[drops of blood on the pavement come into view after his vision stops being so blurry.]

[he can't feel the pain because everything else is hurting]

[prompto finally gives, buckling onto the ground and turning around, onto his back, finding a very hard time to breathe through his nose (obviously), and his mouth, too.]

Haa-- haa...

[eyes closed, he stays down]

[darkinferno]

[There's a part of him that wants to tell Prompto to roll back over, to keep his nose angled down so that the blood doesn't all coagulate at the back of his nose and throat (he knows from experience that blood running from your nose down the back of your throat is a terrible sensation). But there's another part of him that knows if he does anything, anything at all that could be construed as helpful or caring, Prompto will take it that way. And then they'll just be back to square one.

And Dante doesn't want to have to do this twice.

So fists clenched by his sides, he takes a step forward to make sure Prompto can see him and the glare on his face, and his voice is sharp when he speaks.]

I told you, Prompto. Leave me alone.

If I ever see you or that face of yours again, I won't let you off so easy. So just do the both of us a favor and get out of my life.

[He turns on his heel, stalking out of the alleyway, refusing to look back at the boy on the ground behind him.

This is for the best. Sure, it might suck now, but in the long run this is the only way it could have ended. Better to have it over with than for both of them to be invested and make it worse later on.

It's better this way.]