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Date: 2017-11-07 03:00 pm (UTC)
rebelseekspizza: (dante pb: thinky)
Dante stayed in the living room, his feet propped up on the table as he leaned his chair back at a nigh-impossible diagonal angle.

He wasn't heading in after her, but he was alert, listening for anything unusual.

He'd dealt with traumatized people before. Not just himself, either. You never knew.
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