Night | Dante & Ebalon
@moonofel
It wasn’t a very common occurrence, but regardless, there were still times when Dante found himself unable to sleep. There was no particular reason for the circadian upset, which Dante found at least a tad frustrating. After staring at the wall long enough, Dante checked the time. He groaned; 9:21. It felt much later than that.
The half-demon slung his coat onto his shoulders and put Rebellion on his back. If he recalled properly, he heard something about exploration at night being strongly advised against, prohibited even. While he wasn’t sure if this rule extended to staff members, he was sure that he didn’t care. A walk was sure to do him some sort of good.
In spite of his nonchalant wandering of the halls, Dante kept himself guarded. Against what, he didn’t know. Still, when he saw someone else in the halls, he approached with caution, although the figure (a man, if Dante’s eyes weren’t deceiving him) didn’t appear hostile.
