DANTE
I'm a professional idiot
don't tell my mom
A seashell? He'd never heard of something like that but a quick glance at his feet as they brushed the tide pools he had stepped over, he didn't see anything very shell-like as he was used to. Of course, that was assuming a seashell was anything like a snail shell. What kind of creature was a sea anyway? He pushes the questions aside momentarily as he balances himself on a larger rock. "I'm Dante, but I'm from the Hallowed Grounds. Sorta. It's where I ended up anyway." The young boy hadn't met very many younger than himself and Clem, and Clem hardly counted now if he didn't age, right? Were her parents okay with her being by the biting water alone?
"What about you? I've never been here before so I can't say if I'd recognize you or not."
