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Double Trouble - Dante - 10-24-2019 Dante had laid out his clothes (neatly he might add; his mom would be proud) to dry after being soaked through by the snow outside. Sure, maybe along the back of pews wasn't the most respectful place to hang them to dry, but this wasn't his God anyway. Not that he was entirely sure such a thing existed, but hey, to each their own and all that. His mom sure knew how to put the fear of God in his heart at least, for whatever that was worth. In nothing but socks and his unfortunately chosen flying cow underwear, Dante trusted the strangers around him not to run off with his clothes and set off down the halls. Evie was up to her own thing, and he couldn't blame her for not wanting to babysit a kid, but it meant he also had free reign of a totally new place until this whole Longnight thing was done with. It had only been a bit since he was left alone but he was already feeling cramped up with no option to leave. And as it turned out, the stone flooring had just enough slip to them that with a good running start, Dante was able to go flying down hallways with a yell as his only warning to those in the way. It only took two trips to the bathroom (look, he'd had a lot to drink before this whole falling into a portal thing) to realize that this method of travel was obviously the best. And with all things and teen boys, something was bound to go wrong. So it wasn't a surprise when he ran into someone. Someone that happened to be just an inch taller (just one! He had measured to make sure), with chestnut hair that always looked windswept (they were inside, how did that even work?). And Dante felt his heart leap into his throat even as he's sliding with all 148 pounds of him, straight into this person's back. Clemente. As if he wouldn't recognize his friend's backside! Wait- not like that though. You know what he meant! He briefly wonders what he's doing here, not that he's not happy to see him (duh), but the thought is quickly pushed aside as his feet refuse to gain traction, stumbling towards the Ascended like a newborn deer. [say]"WHOooOAA, watch out!"[/say] Dante yelled out but there was no point, his face was just seconds from crashing into the base of the other boy's skull, but he still manages to shove his hands out to at least avoid more brain damage as they connect with Clemente's lower back. [say]"Clementine! What the fuck dude!"[/say] Is all he manages to get out before making impact.
RE: Double Trouble - Clemente - 10-25-2019 Clem likes to think he's a good person. He's kinda not, but he likes to think it anyway, if only to keep things fresh. So, dear reader, Clem would like to propose one single, important question: what the fuck is happening? See it all started in some approximation of normal. Cried all over Bastien, sucked it up like the man he'll never be now, and went for a walk in this glorified prison in order to get his chill back. The Temple is rightly huge, at least to Clem, and there are so many interesting rooms to explore that it takes up most of his day. Night? Whatever. A lot of the rooms contain things he's not really supposed to touch, and won't for fear of some asshole somehow finding out and eating his fingers, but they're interesting nonetheless. He's halfway down a random hallway when he hears the thudding of feet. It's easy enough to shrug off, because there are a metric fuckton of people holed up in the temple right now. Except then, moments later, it's succeeded by a shrill voice (Satan? Is that you, coming to claim my soul?) shouting out in warning. Of course, Clem gets about half-turned, startling like an alley cat, when the next words are shouted helplessly. And then he's face down on the floor, unrealistically grateful for the fact that he can't feel the pain of slamming his whole face into hardwood. He does lay there for a few long moments, soaking up those last few words before their collision, and forces his forearms beneath him to turn and look stupidly over his shoulder at the gremlin laying on his back. Because holy shit, this cannot be real. [say]"Dante?!"[/say] Clem flips over immediately, likely sending the tiny monster flying, but he's grinning like a loon and reaches out to grab the other boy by the biceps so he can shake him like he's a particularly annoying baby and Clem is a terrible mother. [say]"Holy shit! Dante it's you! How the hell did you get here?!"[/say] And then he drags the boy forward with his now not-inconsiderable strength, ruffling his knuckles over Dante's curly hair and laughing euphorically, perhaps a little crazily, at being reunited with his shithead best friend. RE: Double Trouble - Dante - 10-28-2019 Dante has been through some rough patches in terms of being dragged around by others but never in his life has he felt quite so much like a ragdoll. He doesn't remember Clemente being so strong (of course, he'd always been stronger than his noodle self but still), but maybe it was his perception being shaken just as much as his body was. He doesn't get a chance to respond between the daze of watching his best friend's head bob in and out of his vision and then being smothered into his broad shoulders. They really needed to work on this whole personal space thing. That was rich coming from someone who had just run into another. There's a muffled snort of laughter before he makes an effort to push himself away from his shoulder, one hand swatting at Clem's hand ruffling his hair and the other using his chest as leverage, and the whole time his heart continuing to hammer against his ribcage in a way that was almost painful (obviously just from the adrenaline lighting every one of his nerves on fire). It's hard to believe that Clem's actually here, in this weird other world. Sure he'd set out to find him, but he'd more or less given up on seeing anyone from his home again. It was a sobering thought he refused to dwell on when Clem was right there with him. [say]"I was totally following you, dude! You didn't show up for a few days and I got worried something happened. So..."[/say] Dante shrugged as he laughed, reaching out to pinch Clemente's cheek with his free hand, making no move to get up from where he had been pulled on top of his friend. He didn't need to tell him the whole story, not right now anyway. It wasn't that exciting anyway. [say]"Doesn't matter though, 'cause I found you! What do you think the odds are that we fell through the same weird magic portal thing-y? How long have you been here? Does time work the same here?"[/say]
He pauses, hand still pinching his cheek before his eyes narrow to really look at the other. [say]"Wait, are you okay? I hit you really hard. Have you been eating enough? What He holds up his free hand, the other remaining right on Clem's cheek and refusing to budge, to count the days since he'd fallen through the portal head first. [say]"Three days since then I think? I dunno dude, the whole Longnight thing is weird and I think I'm going crazy cooped up in here. Did you already replace me with some chick though? Dude!"[/say] Despite the flash of fangs, he only laughs and rests his forehead against Clem's for a brief moment before pulling away and watching Clemente inspect the scabbing marks on his arm. If it was anyone else he'd cover them up among the myriad of scars that past draws have left, but it isn't anything that Clem hasn't seen before.
[say]"You didn't show up when you normally do so I followed you. You go to some sketchy places without me, Clementine. Should knock that off."[/say] He grins, knocking his forehead against Clemente's. [say]"Some angel found me though and brought me here before all the monsters came out and stuff. Her name's Evie; she even healed my head! Kind of took a hard hit."[/say]
There's a brief pause before he continues, eyes rolling to avoid staring straight at Clem for a moment as he thinks. [say]"Do uh, you need to feed the same way? 'Cause I haven't eaten today but you know I'm always here."[/say] Dante's mood sombers as he sniffs, pulling his hand from Clem's face to wipe at his nose, a shiver running through his body. Stone walls didn't offer the best insulation for a half-naked young boy. [say]"The other, uh, Ascended? Too, if she needs it."[/say] He'd never willingly offered his blood to anyone but Clemente before, but if she had taken care of him for the month that he hadn't been around, sharing was the least he could do. [say]"If not, that's cool too! Like, I totally get that things are probably different here and uh,"[/say] Dante trails off, refusing to verbally acknowledge the fact that without being Clemente's donor, the thought of the other leaving him behind is too much for him to consider at that moment as anxiety grips his heart in an iron vice that sends it hammer in his chest and refuses to let up even as his throat closes despite clearing it. Ignoring the way his body fights back, he offers a grin as he flexes against Clem's palm. [say]"But these bad boys are ready!"[/say]
This is it.
Dante has died and gone to the place where best friends strip in front of each other and now his heart is hammering for reasons that have effectively killed the building anxiety.
He doesn't say anything, mouth suddenly too dry to consider forming words that wouldn't come out as a mumbling mess of uhhh and various oral typos of Clemente's name. But he shrugs on the outer clothes that he's handed without questioning it, his hands pulling the material closer to his body and resting against his chest, ensuring that his heart wasn't about to literally beat out of his chest, not for lack of trying. If it got any such ideas he'd just shove it back in, Clem didn't need to see that sort of thing, is the only thought crossing his mind when he stares at the exposed skin of the young man in front of him.
The two are a flustered pair as Dante takes a moment to calm himself through various fidgeting— a bouncing knee against Clem's side and bottom lip gnawed between dull teeth —and Clem continues to speak. The idea that a bite might be sexual was news to him, having only associated pain with the bites previously. The relief he remembered when letting Clem feed was an anomaly in comparison to the way his veins burned with each draw.
He doesn't let the moment of embarrassment last long as he's already shoving at Clemente's shoulders before he lets himself dwell on the new information much longer. Ascended sure seemed like a group of weirdos if they were super strong and got off biting people, but who was he to judge? Love is love and all that shit. [say]"Sure dude, you and your noodle arms?"[/say] Dante's laughing as he leans into the touch though pulling away just as quickly as he feels the pinch. [say]"Hey! Don't be jealous just 'cause you don't have magic like some people around here."[/say] He refuses to admit even to himself how calming hearing Clem's promise. The mere idea of safety in a world that threatened to eat him the second he had arrived seemed farfetched coming from Clemente but not a single cell in his body waved in the belief of those words. His voice quiets before he speaks again, gaze falling to where he's placed a hand on top of Clem's with a small squeeze. [say]"Just don't get yourself in trouble for me, Clementine."[/say]
It was kind of his thing.
[say]”What am I gonna pay for anyway, it’s not like I asked to see your scrawny ass!”[/say] The pressure of Clem’s hand on his knee calms the train of thought from being voiced any further than his already posed question. Even back home, their last home, Clem's physical presence had always been reassuring. No matter how painful or exhausting the donations may have been, scarring the insides of his arms to the point of his own disgust, he could always count on his best friend to calm the nerves. He'd always been gentle when feeding on him, taking no more than he needed despite Dante's protest to take care of himself first. He'd always been too considerate for his own good.
Dante nearly topples over from the playful shove, Clemente's newfound strength still catching him off guard. His grip on Clem's hand is the only thing keeping his ass on the ground with the unexpected force suddenly being thrown at him. [say]"You better not, or I'll kick your ass, dickwad!”[/say] Dante snorts as he rights himself again. [say]”I followed you to this weird place, the least you could do is stay out of trouble, right? Otherwise I’m gonna have to jump in another magic portal to find you again and the last one nearly gave me a concussion.”[/say] He ends his sentence with a wink as he taps the side of his head. [say]”Good thing mom always said I had a thick skull.”[/say] Regardless of the joke he’s completely serious as he settles back with his hands supporting his weight against the stone floor. There was nowhere in this world or others that he wouldn’t follow Clemente to. That’s what best friends were for, right?
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