1 Sadist meets Sadist[Private] Fri Aug 22, 2014 6:34 pm
Crimson
D-rank
The night was another usual night, dogs barked and the wind caressed the living and the dead, everyone was on with their usual life, Dante however finally earned his first pay, and decided to enjoy his time slightly, however it was difficult for him to do that, since he was quite the awkward guy, Dante would move out from his apartment in Takigakure, after cleaning up his body by bathing and wearing his usual clothes and hat.
He would pace the short distance between him and a nearby bar, as he walked calmly enjoying this beautiful evening, and before later, he would enter a bar of some sort, thinking it was some sort of cafe or something, he was oblivious to its truth, but still walked in, and as he paced his distance towards the seat infront of the counter as he looked around the people were not so welcoming and had that hazardous atmosphere around them, he was like a lost puppy wandering into a dark alley of some sort, he would then sit and ask the bartender “Can I have a glass of milk please.” He spoke in his cold polite manner. But the man would make a joke out of him for everyone around to laugh on him, the boy however was not bothered by such an act.
And he thought the man might've understood and began working on bringing his order infront of him, and so the young man would wait and wait, until he asked the man about his order, which ended up pissing of the man as he pulled his arrowgun pointing it at Dante's head, while Dante's unamused glare pierced the man into intimidation, his eye were ice cold, and it took Dante one glare with his cold exterior to bend the man like a plastic stick.
And so after the whole confrontation the man would drop the weapon aside, and sip a glass of milk for the boy, Dante's cold gaze was focused at the depths of the milk as he thanked the man in his cold voice, taking sips from his drink.
Among the sitting people was one female with a different atmosphere around her, she seemed different from the hazardous bunch, gambling, and trash-talking. He would love to avoid judging a book by its cover but oh well..
The young man remained seated, and would observe his surroundings, it was a nice day to hang around, he would pull a book from his jacket's pocket and begin reading it, focusing on it.
He would pace the short distance between him and a nearby bar, as he walked calmly enjoying this beautiful evening, and before later, he would enter a bar of some sort, thinking it was some sort of cafe or something, he was oblivious to its truth, but still walked in, and as he paced his distance towards the seat infront of the counter as he looked around the people were not so welcoming and had that hazardous atmosphere around them, he was like a lost puppy wandering into a dark alley of some sort, he would then sit and ask the bartender “Can I have a glass of milk please.” He spoke in his cold polite manner. But the man would make a joke out of him for everyone around to laugh on him, the boy however was not bothered by such an act.
And he thought the man might've understood and began working on bringing his order infront of him, and so the young man would wait and wait, until he asked the man about his order, which ended up pissing of the man as he pulled his arrowgun pointing it at Dante's head, while Dante's unamused glare pierced the man into intimidation, his eye were ice cold, and it took Dante one glare with his cold exterior to bend the man like a plastic stick.
And so after the whole confrontation the man would drop the weapon aside, and sip a glass of milk for the boy, Dante's cold gaze was focused at the depths of the milk as he thanked the man in his cold voice, taking sips from his drink.
Among the sitting people was one female with a different atmosphere around her, she seemed different from the hazardous bunch, gambling, and trash-talking. He would love to avoid judging a book by its cover but oh well..
The young man remained seated, and would observe his surroundings, it was a nice day to hang around, he would pull a book from his jacket's pocket and begin reading it, focusing on it.
Last edited by Crimson on Fri Aug 22, 2014 9:25 pm; edited 2 times in total