[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]

Throw a weird fashion show? [That gets a snort of disdain in response.] Have fun with that. My middle square says to do a flawless parkour routine.

[They've been laughing at his attempts to master this new skill of his, he's certain.]

[sharplydressed]

Oh my god... How's that going for you?

[At least putting on a weird fashion show requires nothing outside of his usual set of skills...]

[darkinferno]

[Dante holds up a hand, fluttering it slightly.] I'm pretty sure they're making fun of me. I remembered this skill the other me had, but unlike with literally everything else, it's taken a lot of practice to be able to actually control it. Joke's on them, though. I've been working on it enough that it shouldn't be too hard once I decide to give it a shot.

[sharplydressed]

That's a easy square for you then, at least. Still, those guys are really gunning for you, huh? Probably 'cause you're so proactive.

[What's that saying, the nail that sticks out gets hammered down? GOOD LUCK, DANTE.]

[darkinferno]

Well, if they think they're even coming close to getting me to stop digging up dirt on them, they've got another thing coming.

[LOOK AT ALL THAT DETERMINATION HE HAS. Spite can be a fantastic motivator!]

Anyways, let me know if you see someone that looks like me. Otherwise, I'm gonna have to find a wig if I want to pull that square off.

[sharplydressed]

Well, it doesn't say you can't do that.

[SHRUGS. He's been very loose with his interpretations of some of these and they've still been greyed out in the end, it's a miracle...]

But I'll keep an eye out. Good luck to you too, okay? Like, try not to invite anyone who might really wanna punch you. I don't think the money would be worth it.

[He'll nab his cup of lemonade though and raise it. GOOD LUCK DANTE.]

[darkinferno]

[Whoops, there's that smirk again.]

You say that like there might be someone out there that would actually want to punch me without me offering.

[If sarcasm was actually a thing that could be measured, his would be dripping from the table into the sand right now. But then his tone will shift, a little less snarky as he continues:]

Thanks. I'll keep a look out, but I'll be all right.