"Obviously there was a sign that said 'no swallowing' when your mom and dad fucked because you must've gotten it from somewhere." Dante hisses out. His voice is strained as he averts his gaze from up above. He couldn't wrap his head around putting oneself in danger like this adult-sized child insisted on doing. "Just because there's no sign doesn't mean you should be an idiot."
To emphasize his stance of no near-airborne shenanigans, not just because he's feeling faint, Dante takes a seat on the dusty ground with his legs crossed one over the other. He refuses to look up at the shelving units any higher than eye level as he leans back his (sweaty) palms to feign a certain lack of interest as he was obviously suddenly very interested in the titles in front of him.
