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Kwik Stop Rooftop, Tuesday Afternoon
"Stop starin' at it, you won't like it."
The cat had taken an interest in the bottle Dante had brought with him. The label on the bottle had half been peeled off already, and Dante idly scratched at it some more as he talked.
"Not kitty-proof. Okay? Stick with the milk. It's good for your bones."
The cat reached out and swiped at the bottle. Dante pulled a face. "You serious?" he said, tipping the bottle towards the cat for two seconds. It sniffed, then immediately recoiled.
Dante took a swig. "Told you. This is not the stuff you should be milking humans for."
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The cat had taken an interest in the bottle Dante had brought with him. The label on the bottle had half been peeled off already, and Dante idly scratched at it some more as he talked.
"Not kitty-proof. Okay? Stick with the milk. It's good for your bones."
The cat reached out and swiped at the bottle. Dante pulled a face. "You serious?" he said, tipping the bottle towards the cat for two seconds. It sniffed, then immediately recoiled.
Dante took a swig. "Told you. This is not the stuff you should be milking humans for."
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"You up there today?" she called out from the street.
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Really, how did you make that kind of sex boring?
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Dante pulled a face. "Ugh."
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That was going to be less funny in a decade or two.
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Dante hopped up off the roof, bottle in hand. "Aw," he said, "That's got to have been terrifying."
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It just failed horribly. On all fronts.
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He took a swig. You know what, he liked this drink.
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Clearly that meant she deserved alcohol for her suffering.
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She skidded to a stop on the roof, giving both Dante and his cat plenty of space. "Hey, you."
Yeah. Really surprised.
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"Hey, if it isn't the cage fighter on wheels," Dante said lazily, squinting in her general direction without getting up.
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"AirTrek," she corrected, rolling her eyes. "And I try to avoid fighting, remember?"
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His expression was somewhere between 'demonic', 'sarcastic', and 'teasing'. It was a weird kind of middle ground.
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Not that Ringo was going to let herself smile or anything.
"So, what have you been up to?" she asked curiously.
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And occasionally getting fucked up by demons, but, y'know.
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She cocked her head slightly. "Do you ever go anywhere? I mean, off the island, or anything like that? Or do you just stick around here?" It wasn't like there wasn't plenty of stuff to do.
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Get really drunk, maybe something else, too.
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