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whereas he would’ve long dove into any kind of deep conversation with the other , is now being replaced with sheer silence , a heavy cloud of doom hanging above the pair. dante awkwardly rubs his hands together , then pushing them between his thighs and worrying his lower lip between teeth. things have never felt this awkward between them , but it’s not like either can help it. it’s not every day you discover your dear , close friend has an evil spirit sizzling underneath his skin and is in a current phase where he is yet to grasp control over it. who better to ask for help than a counter. ‘‘ so , ’’ dante breaks the silence , shifting a little so as to make himself more comfortable in his seat. which is the edge of seyoon’s bed , to make things even worse. but apparently this is the safest place for them to meet. ‘‘ are there , eh ... have you thought of ways to — how ... ’’ obviously asking the right question is harder than one might think , ‘‘ how do we deal with ... this ? with ... me ? ’’
