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Four Thousand Club
Dante followed," so what are you doing?" He asked Motheal, kinda curious what he was here. Dante'breathing was getting heavier because he usually didn't move around this much. But he continued eating his lollipop pretending as far he wasn't getting worn out.
"It goes both ways Mr. Felix. I'm here to do a job, not be friendly and happy or even subservient. My job is to guarantee your security. So if you don't mind, let's get moving shall we?" He said with a stern look to Moth before turning and taking up his position behind his clients.
motheal stopped having picked up on Dante's tiredness and exhaled deeply turning to face the vampire. "Don't push yourself, stupid! I don't need you hurting yourself, dante..." The short male told him sharply and took him by the hand before slowing his pace. "We'll arrive to my destination soon...try not to keel over,I'd be sad if you did...." Even though most of what he said sounded irritated or just numb inside there was something to be said about him saying the words he did. Felix gave a snort of amusement at the guard. "Hehee, I advise you keep a good cover, it'd be bad if they knew you were a guard.....they would be after your head right with you being a human...."