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Kwik Stop Rooftop, Tuesday Afternoon

The cat seemed to have forgiven Dante this week.

Or maybe it was the bacon. He had snuck a whole shit ton of bacon out of the dorms this go-around.

So now they were sitting companionably on the roof, the cat licking the last bacon grease off of his paw, Dante smoking a cigarette at nothing in particular. Occasionally his eyes drifted to the skyline, or the street, or the water over there, and... they studiously ignored the flicker of something black and human-shaped down below, on the bricks.

There were places and times when Limbo and the real world didn't want to play keep-away quite as bad. Those were the worst-- at least for Dante, who could actually see it, flickers of demons or ghosts or whatever the hell that shit was. He didn't even know what brought it on: his own state of mind? The Earth rotating wherever he was in the wrong direction? (Or maybe it really was just him being c-- nevermind.) No clue. Not that it'd mattered lately. Whatever weirdness Fandom had going on with its Limbo, it had largely shielded him from getting glimpses of what was on the other side.

Until now, anyway. Dante kinda hoped that if he ignored that human shade - hanging against a lamp post, looking like it was in the throes of some illness or whatever - it would go away. This was supposed to be a Limbo-free zone, right?

Well, at least it was just dead people, not demons.

Dante collapsed back against the roof and stared up at the sky instead. It was a nice day. Maybe he should go do something to wipe that poor dead bastard down there off his mind.

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Isabela had made out like a bandit during free candy night, but today she'd discovered something nearly as good, the massively discounted candy sales at many of the shops.

Admittedly she preferred her sugar in the form of rum, but she wasn't going to let that stop her from making off with another haul of candy.

Dante sat up, checking to see if the shade was still there in the corner of his eyes-- yeah, but fading.

But still only the corners. Which meant he had to fix the rest of them on something else, like... huh. "You look like a pirate in a candy shop."

"I've been looking for treasure," Isabela called up cheerfully. "Not just in the candy shop either."

She dug around her bag until she found one of the packets of gummy dicks she'd gotten at Dite's, and tossed it up towards Dante. "Catch!"

Dante caught it easily, because of course he did, and he held it up. "Heh," he said. "Should I be afraid you're starting a collection?"

"Who says I'm only starting?" Thorin hadn't been the only one to benefit from Clint's cock collection. "But don't worry, I'm sure I'll always be able to find a place for yours."

Dante shrugged and popped the gum in his mouth because hey, free candy. "I feel better already," he said. "Where'd you get those?"

More out of general curiosity than that he had a particular craving for candy dicks, mind you.

"There's an amazing shop just across the road that sells all sorts of things like that." Really the only way it could have been better was if it also sold booze, daggers, and hats.

"You mean the sex shop?" Dante... hadn't actually been there, since why buy porn if you could get it for free on the internet? "You going on a shopping spree there?"

They had more than just porn there, Dante. So much more.

"Not a proper one." You needed cash and good company for that to be really fun. "But right now their candy is cheap and dirty."

"There is that."

The cat meowed, staring intently at-- right, the spot where the shade had been. It was gone now. Good riddance.

"Too bad," Dante decided, looking back at Isabela. "Figured you'd be going in for research, at least."

"All in good time, sweet thing," Isabela replied. Swinging her bag onto her back, she started looking for handholds to clamber up to join him. "Just because I wasn't buying today didn't mean I don't have my eye on a few things."

There weren't a whole lot of them, which was why Dante landed on his feet on the ground next to her a couple moments later. "Ah, window shopping."

"It's what you do when you don't have the coin or the opportunity to slip things in your pockets." There was about as much shame in her voice for that as she felt about ogling that landing, so not much.

It wasn't like Dante's landings weren't designed with aesthetics in mind, anyway.

He parked his back against the wall and took a drag off his cigarette. "Guess it'd be awkward shoplifting sex toys," he mused.

"The packages are too bulky." There was that complete lack of shame again. "And taking them out is too obvious."

"There's some stuff you could probably fit between your boobs," Dante mused. Because he also had very little shame to speak of.

"Anything in particular?" Isabela'd been using them for that since the first time she'd had cleavage, but she did so like the places Dante's mind went.

"There's displays," Dante mused. "And smaller shit for girl parts, right? I bet that would fit down here."

Don't listen to him, Isabela. He wouldn't be able to steal something subtly if his life depended on it.

Isabela, however, was capable of subtle. Of course she was also capable of 'let's steal the sacred Qunari relic'.

"True, but if it's on display, I don't know where it's been."

"Hey, you don't know where I've been," Dante said, shrugging. "Doesn't stop you."

Isabela laughed. "You've got a point," she said. "Though technically I haven't stuck that down my cleavage yet either."

"We can always fix that sometime," Dante said merrily.

Not that he was super into that, but it felt appropriate.

And Isabela and Dante were nothing if not always appropriate.

"It can be research," she said, looking down at her breasts. "Because I'm not really sure of the appeal, it seems like it'd chafe too much to be worth the effort."

"You know, I've never actually done that?" Dante said, holding his cigarette up in front of him and eyeing it. "I mean, there's places up and places down that're a lot easier."

"Me either," Isabela admitted. "Despite numerous, increasingly crude requests."

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