Coughing. Right below him. Of fucking course. Dante snarled, and for the third time that day, put his feet up on the fence. This time, he gripped it and let himself dangle down for a few moments-- then swung forward, landing on the 10th floor balcony with a dull thud and both feet steady.
"What the fuck, Kathy?" he snapped.
He moved forward to grab her. She didn't sound too good.
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Date: 2015-10-06 08:57 am (UTC)"What the fuck, Kathy?" he snapped.
He moved forward to grab her. She didn't sound too good.