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Four Thousand Club
"i'm actually over 50." Dante simply states, he had never told any one his actual age, still hasn't. he never really the need, but he does like to tell people what he's over. He laughed at the conversation with the shadow rabbit thing, he didn't know what it was. All he new was that he liked it, he also didn't really care that this guy was saying he was a killer i mean, if he wasn't half blood himself, he might be a killer, but then again, he doesn't know for sure, since he only needs a little blood from a human to get by. Dante continued munching on the lolliepop, but pause what he scratched his face, though he forgot about his nails, once again, and once again, cut his face open with his clawed nail. "Goddammit." he mumbled looking at his nails.
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Motheal's completely lavender eyes flickered over to the cut and the shorter male moved leaning over licking the cut on dante's cheek before putting a bandaid on his cheek then took a marker making a candy corn pattern. "There...now it's cuter. " motheal sounded so awkward and he blushed a little despite his blank detatched look on his face. It was obvious motheal was really really odd and a little violent as well as awkward and grumpy but he seemed to have a soft side for cute things,bunnies,and ghosts. he also thought Dante was cute but he just didn't feel like saying so since it could've gotten taken the wrong way by accident.