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[darkinferno]

Dante Rantanen

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

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[darkinferno]

[Dante lets out a groan at that, running a hand through his hair.]

I didn't think it would ever come up! What are the odds that after nearly twenty years, this twin that's never gotten in contact with me or my old man is suddenly gonna show up out of the blue in the same city?

[belligerentwarrior]

[Freya snorts, and not subtly, before taking a drink of her cider.]

No contact, huh? Seems to be carryin' one hell of grudge, from that little inquisition spree he went on about you that first month. Makes a girl wonder what you did to him.

[It's ribbing, really. Dylan's rubbed her the wrong way from day one; she's on Dante's side.]

[darkinferno]

Yeah, well, if what he says is true, he's got reason for that.

[He takes his own drink, wondering where to even start.]

Our parents split when we were three. I always knew I had a brother, but I guess he just... forgot about me as he got older. And our mom never mentioned me. No surprise there...

[The last part is under his breath as he takes another drink, frowning out at nothing.]

I don't know why he's got such a big chip on his shoulder though. I get being mad that he didn't know, but this is something else.

[belligerentwarrior]

Congrats on bein' straight out of a daytime soap. Long-lost twin from another continent. That's something else.

Is it too much to hope he's kept his trouble to the internet?

[darkinferno]

Hey, at least I knew he existed! [Come on, Freya, give him a break, it's not that bad...!]

From what I could tell when I met him, the only trouble he'd cause is running his own mouth. Seemed like a spoiled rich kid to the bone.

[belligerentwarrior]

[Freya just turns her head to Dante, an eyebrow precisely arched as if to question his self-awareness, and stares.]

[darkinferno]

[Freya, meet Dante's poker face. It's a very good poker face, and it doesn't falter in the slightest as he takes another drink.

...and then his eyes slide her way, the corner of his mouth turning up in what by this point is probably a very familiar smirk.]

The difference is, I know I'm an arrogant spoiled rich kid to the bone. I don't think I'm better than other people just because I've got money. He does. From the screencaps people sent me, he expects people to do what he wants just because he says so. He got pissed when people dared to question him.

[That's never been Dante. Sure, he's been the arrogant, spoiled rich kid, but he's never been the type to get all haughty and uppity about his social status compared to anyone else. Why does it matter at all?]

[belligerentwarrior]

[Freya rolls her eyes a little, but it's good-natured. She takes a long drink of the cider before answering.]

Yeah. He seemed out on an inquisition to make you look bad. Was askin' me to confirm or deny your weird Retrospec powers. Can't believe I'm sayin' this, but Dante, pretty sure he proved you're the good twin.

[darkinferno]

[A snort.] I must be losing my touch. You guys are making me go soft.

[But he frowns, looking up into the sky.]

I guess I always thought if me and my twin met one day, it'd be a good thing. Instead it's like he resents me for being alive.

[But that's neither here nor there. He shrugs, then turns back to her.]

But it's okay. I've made my own family here. If he doesn't want to be a part of it, he doesn't have to be.

[belligerentwarrior]

What, you think we strong-armed you into goin' soft? [Snort.]

As if. Admit it. You're all marshmallow and nougat in there, and the lot of us've had nothing to do with it.