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[well, it sure is the season to be jolly and all that, isn't it? not that dante specifically planned this to work out this way, but—whatever. the devil hunter has no doubt that constantin is in the moon temple, and it's just a matter of tracking the man down in the dormitories before he is found.]
[with little preamble, dante walks over to him and deposits this bottle of rum onto his hands.]
The best drinks are not from the taverns, but from the priestess herself.
[he didn't even have to pay for it!]
[with little preamble, dante walks over to him and deposits this bottle of rum onto his hands.]
The best drinks are not from the taverns, but from the priestess herself.
[he didn't even have to pay for it!]
Edited 2019-12-25 15:46 (UTC)
[Constantin is indeed in the Temple, and he is very busy getting a good sulk in, because he might be just a tiny bit hungover, maybe. But he's not hard to find, so you're welcome, Dante.
The look he gives the bottle and then Dante is one that is waiting for the other shoe to drop; what is the catch. Is this actually just monster piss in a nice bottle? Is it, Dante?]
...Thank you. [But also,] You don't even like me.
The look he gives the bottle and then Dante is one that is waiting for the other shoe to drop; what is the catch. Is this actually just monster piss in a nice bottle? Is it, Dante?]
...Thank you. [But also,] You don't even like me.
[dante prefers whiskey to rum, and he just wants it off his hands, really.]
I don't like people in general.
[insert crawling_in_my_skin.amv here, but the smile that dante offers barely reaches his eyes—like he's contending with the idea that he fixates a lot on what makes humans the worst but also the best of all.]
Doesn't mean I can't help a fellow alcoholic get his fix.
[the impression he has already...]
I don't like people in general.
[insert crawling_in_my_skin.amv here, but the smile that dante offers barely reaches his eyes—like he's contending with the idea that he fixates a lot on what makes humans the worst but also the best of all.]
Doesn't mean I can't help a fellow alcoholic get his fix.
[the impression he has already...]
[Oh cool alright yeah this interaction is already going so good for him. Constantin makes a face- one part indignant and one part embarrassed- and looks back down at the bottle, like perhaps he will read the label again... yes...]
If your intention is merely to insult me with this, perhaps you should keep it.
[Can a man not... drink irresponsibly without comment... hmm.]
If your intention is merely to insult me with this, perhaps you should keep it.
[Can a man not... drink irresponsibly without comment... hmm.]
[why does constantin expect dante to pay heed to how his words come and go out of his mouth? please!!]
You do that a lot, take other's words to heart?
[shrugging easily enough, dante looks about like he really has nothing against the situation (he doesn't), but it's also incredibly amusing how constantin already expects the worst of him. maybe he went too hard on the kid.]
Lighten up, kid. I'll drink half that bottle if you're too sensitive about it.
You do that a lot, take other's words to heart?
[shrugging easily enough, dante looks about like he really has nothing against the situation (he doesn't), but it's also incredibly amusing how constantin already expects the worst of him. maybe he went too hard on the kid.]
Lighten up, kid. I'll drink half that bottle if you're too sensitive about it.
[In Constantin's defense, Dante is rude to him! Not so rude that Constantin will ignore him on sight, which is either generosity or foolishness, or both. Shut up Dante.]
I— I am not sensitive.
[narrator: he was in fact the most sensitive person in the whole temple, actually]
It isn't as if I could stop you, so if you must.
I— I am not sensitive.
[narrator: he was in fact the most sensitive person in the whole temple, actually]
It isn't as if I could stop you, so if you must.
[that's what a sensitive person would say, and dante's just amused by the fact that he so easily pinned constantin down. but, man, does constantin really just act like an open book.]
Sure. [hangover obvious, dante's impressed that constantin isn't showing much of it right now. he takes the bottle back, and puts a heavy hand over the younger man's shoulder, leading him onwards and down the hall.] I'm surprised your legs are working! Let's get some glasses and have a toast, then.
Sure. [hangover obvious, dante's impressed that constantin isn't showing much of it right now. he takes the bottle back, and puts a heavy hand over the younger man's shoulder, leading him onwards and down the hall.] I'm surprised your legs are working! Let's get some glasses and have a toast, then.
[Your legs fall asleep one time and you never live it down... Constantin is too hungover to protest being manhandled down the hall- but not too hungover to consider this manhandling, no- so the true lesson is only a hangover can temper his, ah, usual manner. The posturing.
It's like ten steps down the hall that he clues in to the part where this is happening right now, so—]
It's the middle of the day! [He's also not too hungover to have lost all sense of propriety!!] And what could you possibly be toasting to?
It's like ten steps down the hall that he clues in to the part where this is happening right now, so—]
It's the middle of the day! [He's also not too hungover to have lost all sense of propriety!!] And what could you possibly be toasting to?
[does it look like it matters to dante that it is just the middle of the day?]
Even better! Get started early on.
[there should be glasses in the dining hall area, and so dante heads straight for the kitchens, not minding priests and priestesses too much. they are 'saviors' after all, so they got all the access they could want. that's how it works, right?]
What's there not to toast for?
Even better! Get started early on.
[there should be glasses in the dining hall area, and so dante heads straight for the kitchens, not minding priests and priestesses too much. they are 'saviors' after all, so they got all the access they could want. that's how it works, right?]
What's there not to toast for?
[Ordinarily, Constantin would be delighted about poking through the kitchens to take whatever they want! Very fun! But the headache and the company are a little less motivating, so don't mind if, when they reach the kitchens, he simply stands back and waits to be told to carry something. He can carry something, he supposes. He'll dedicate that much spirit.]
Oh, I could pick out a number of things, starting with your sudden annoying cheer.
[Who is this man? Is this Dante? Suspicious.]
But never mind! Let's get this over with.
Oh, I could pick out a number of things, starting with your sudden annoying cheer.
[Who is this man? Is this Dante? Suspicious.]
But never mind! Let's get this over with.
[upon reaching the kitchens, dante makes a point of stealing away two glasses and handing one over to constantin.]
You're the one always bitching about a third of a conversation or whatever you call it.
[popping the bottle open, he's already pouring a drink for the both of them.]
What, afraid your legs will malfunction again?
You're the one always bitching about a third of a conversation or whatever you call it.
[popping the bottle open, he's already pouring a drink for the both of them.]
What, afraid your legs will malfunction again?
[His traitor ears... He makes a face, but since he can't cover his ears with his hands without a) upsetting his cup, and b) looking like a goddamn child, he will just have to pretend he has no idea what Dante is talking about.]
And one to your spectacular manners.
[There, happy? He's raising his cup. Will he actually drink? No, not yet, because he's hungover(!!) but it's the gesture that counts.]
And one to your spectacular manners.
[There, happy? He's raising his cup. Will he actually drink? No, not yet, because he's hungover(!!) but it's the gesture that counts.]
[all he can offer constantin is a big, old smarmy grin as he tips the cup back and downs the whole thing. he's quickly filling up his cup again, because he did say he'd drink half the bottle for the other.]
Don't take my lack of manners personal. I was raised by savages.
Don't take my lack of manners personal. I was raised by savages.
[Hmm........ okay, this is enough to get Constantin to drink, but he's not going to chug or he might actually die. But fine!!]
I would have no trouble believing that, if it happens to be true. [no offense? full offense? who can say!] If nothing else, you are consistent.
I would have no trouble believing that, if it happens to be true. [no offense? full offense? who can say!] If nothing else, you are consistent.
I'm taking that as a compliment.
[dante is certainly taking no offense in anything constantin decides to throw his way by means of insult, or otherwise.]
[he drinks up his cup, and refills it again. he's done two already and you're still on your first one? ah, constantin...]
[dante is certainly taking no offense in anything constantin decides to throw his way by means of insult, or otherwise.]
[he drinks up his cup, and refills it again. he's done two already and you're still on your first one? ah, constantin...]
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