[ To his credit the room is in decent condition, only a few loose clothes thrown about his bed and on the back of a chair. The floor is visible despite his blankets attempts to eject themselves off of the bed proper. Ordinarily he's sure there would be a comment about it, but circumstances that they are maybe not this time.
Dante moves to the table, picking up a spare shirt from it, before turning to face her. ]
Someone has terrible penmanship.
[ His gaze lingers on the scarf, eyebrow raising, until she motions towards the mark on his collarbone. Dante looks down at himself, laughs, the reaches up to tug his shirt down a bit more. Scrawled there is the word WEAK, then he tugs at the bandages on his wrist to reveal the second word FAILURE. ]
Yeah, I get it. [ Readjusting his shirt and bandages Dante rolls his shoulders. ] Also why I know that wonderful brother of mine wasn't the person who did it. He might be an ass but he'd say these things to my face, not scrawl them on my skin while I slept.
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Dante moves to the table, picking up a spare shirt from it, before turning to face her. ]
Someone has terrible penmanship.
[ His gaze lingers on the scarf, eyebrow raising, until she motions towards the mark on his collarbone. Dante looks down at himself, laughs, the reaches up to tug his shirt down a bit more. Scrawled there is the word WEAK, then he tugs at the bandages on his wrist to reveal the second word FAILURE. ]
Yeah, I get it. [ Readjusting his shirt and bandages Dante rolls his shoulders. ] Also why I know that wonderful brother of mine wasn't the person who did it. He might be an ass but he'd say these things to my face, not scrawl them on my skin while I slept.
[ A nod towards the scarf. ]
Let me see.