♠ Dante & Aki // Behind The Scenes
{ Junior Vigilante } :
░▒▓█ ℬash them in ⇉ There was something about wearing the shirt that brought comfort to her. Maybe it was the way it felt. Or maybe how the scent of it- of him, that reminded her of the feeling of bliss when biting into a fresh strawberry or the feeling that overtook her as she crushed the skulls of others. Whatever it was, she had to admit, wearing his clothes was somewhat guilty pleasure, even though this was really the only time she had done it. Yet her mirthful thoughts were interrupted by a voice…his voice. She whipped around, her gaze shifting from the bathroom mirror to him. Once his words had set in, her face turned a deep shade of red, not far from the color he always wore. Copper eyes were turned downward in embarrassment, while petite fingers fiddled with the hem of the white t-shirt. "I…I c-can explain…I mean, I didn’t bring much with me when I left home and I’ve neglected to do laundry…and I just found this…" she murmured. "I can return it immediately…if you want?"
2 star Hotel, what a bargain. Situated in a remote highway where sand appeared extensive, Dante held little to no currency to afford anything of more expense; especially when an extra employee was serving the same cause. It was visible that the cubicle they shared was pathetically compact, enough space for only two cheap manufactured and a bathroom nearly in shambles, but honestly? Where did that heirloom shirt happen to hide? Our knight was assured that the fabric was resting in a particular spot atop the bed, who could’ve moved it? An alabaster brow trimmed with finesse creased upwards, whilst open palms rested upon each side of the waist line; with such a quick journey that was the only shirt he possibly had available to wear.
Pilfering ghosts were not a common sight, rodents would never dare to mug such an item, none broke through the door; alas peering frosty eye’s captured a familiar sight lingering within the bathroom sector. Once Dante caught the culprit in sizzling hot blame, the matured demon vigilante crossed both appendages upon the chest and heard her plea; a means to excuse an act caught in broad day light --- if the lamp even served as a good source of illumination. The way she fondled with that fabric almost seemed paternal, could it remind her of predecessors who nurtured her to her current age? A chuckle reverberated from behind sealed lips as he stretched a hand forward --- he needed only that necklace hooked unto the shirt, even if it meant him being dressed only with the open elongated jacket.
‘’ That’s alright kid, I just need that necklace; its gotta’ stay in the family --- if ya’ know what I mean? ‘’
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