The Writer
Your Doom
Flower looks at Athena. "You little sneak. You could have at least told me." She whispered to her and then pats her head a bit hard in her frustration. "Now I feel bad..." She mummbled to her and then sighed. She looked at Dante who was no even closer. She lightly grabbed her hand feel awkward. Come on who wouldn't with your boyfriend's dead girlfriend sitting right beside you while Dante was as close as he could be to her.