[Dante's eyes shift about the station. Shit's been weird since he got here, what with the whole Unseelie thing and the whole battle between chaos and harmony. It would make his head spin if he didn't already get it, what with being back home.
Cigarettes. He'd kicked the habit, mostly because he couldn't afford it, but here? Sometimes, a cigarette does good, and he can get it more easily here.
One unmarked pack of cigarettes later, he's sauntering towards the patio. Dante drops his weight into one seat and throws up both legs onto the table. He takes a long drag and exhales through his nose, watching people pass by.]
Dante | DmC: Devil May Cry
Cigarettes. He'd kicked the habit, mostly because he couldn't afford it, but here? Sometimes, a cigarette does good, and he can get it more easily here.
One unmarked pack of cigarettes later, he's sauntering towards the patio. Dante drops his weight into one seat and throws up both legs onto the table. He takes a long drag and exhales through his nose, watching people pass by.]