The Deck, Saturday Morning

[rebelseekspizza]

There was a Dante sitting on the deck, his feet propped up on a table, leaning back in his seat. He had a motorcycling magazine in hand with half-naked girls on the cover, and if you looked him directly in the face, you could have easily mistaken him for the Dante who usually lived in the dorms.

But this one had long, perfectly white hair, and wore a red vest over a black shirt, and looked slightly older, and also somehow even more like he did not, particularly, give anything one might charitably call 'a shit'.

"Hmph," he said.

Magical island? Ugh. Such a hassle.

[[ open with an SP warning. dante is now his classic anime self. and thus concludes my posting spree. ]]

Third floor common room, Saturday morning

[giveherahand]

Mara'd had a Very Trying Morning. She'd gone out for coffee and had been attacked by raining candies shaped like fruit and, weirdly, birds, and then been treated to a lesson on counting by a giant talking Number Four.

There hadn't been enough caffeine in the world for that, and it had not gotten better when she'd gone to Eggsy's room to bitch about it only to discover her boyfriend had turned into an actual egg.

So now she was down in the common room eating cereal out of the box and keeping a careful--if annoyed--eye on her boyfriend. The egg. Don't try to eat him for breakfast.