[narrations + overflow]

[darkinferno]

[A collection of narration bits that don't belong anywhere else from Dante/Riku's time in Recollé.]

[Or, a personal overflow.]

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[darkinferno]

[He doesn't look the faintest bit sorry as he starts back toward her, wading out of the mud and grimacing down at his jeans.

(Those, he's a little bit sorry about.)]

Seriously what? Did you see that?

[That was awesome!]

[twelfthspark]

You got lucky.

[She huffs, folding her arms. That was incredibly stupid and badass, there's no way it should have worked, and somebody's jealous.]

And you're going to get mud all over the car.

[Tossing the remote back into the driver's seat as she says that. Hint, hint.]

[darkinferno]

So what? It's just a toy. [Yeah, you're not harshing his joy, Arlene. Dante wipes his hands on his jeans as best he can, but there are still smears of mud up his arms as he climbs back up into the cab.]

You're just jealous because I pulled that off.

[He grins, pulling the controller into his hands again, and starts to work on getting them back in the right direction.]

But hey. We share a lot of the same memories, right? Maybe you could do something like that too.