Dante pops open a really old book, flips some pages and stands there dramatically. He's eyeing Nero with a shit eating grin. "What, I! I love! I sue! I seek a lad! A boy, that is like a German clock, Still a-repairing, ever out of frame, And never going aright, being a watch, But being watch'd that it may still go right!... Kid I had no idea what the hell that meant, but I think it was supposed to be romantic."
"—… ."
Wow. Did you SERIOUSLY just—
that’s one of KYRIE’S books, dammit! What a snoopy bullshitting old man.
Couldn’t romance if it smacked you on the wrinkly ass.
He’s outta here.











