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Daemon climbed up the subway steps near an abandoned mansion, and began to walk towards it, flagging Dante to follow close behind. It was out in the middle of nowhere, run down, but it was obvious that his home had, before the infestation, been very elegant and beautiful.

Dante blinked. His own house was like a hut. But he didn't say anything. He remained quiet and followed.

((oh nuuus u took kamui ;-;))

Dae unlocked the door and stood to the side, letting him. Despite the decrepit outside, inside it was rather nice. The windows were boarded up for safety and privacy reasons, but the house was spotless and perfect. It was like stepping back in time.

<< I'm sorry, she asked me about Hunter and I figured, ah well, whatever. >>

Dante blinked, pulling his goggles up and raising an eyebrow, "Damn." he said simply.

(( ;-; all that work for nothin))

He frowned, coming up behind the other. "Something wrong?" He furrowed his brows in confusion.

<< I could make you a guy >>

He shook his head, "Nothin" he replied simply, setting the goggles atop his head as usual and pulling his gloves up his wrist.

((^.^ Nah it's fine just kinda a let down I'll live))

He rolled his eyes. "Well. You can have the spare room if you'd like." He murmured, jogging up the stairs and gesturing to a closed door on the left.

Why did he even take me here? he thought as he watched him with a slightly confused expression

Daemon, however, just waved him on, to a room at the end of the hall that had been converted into a very extensive 'lab'. It was cluttered with metal tables laden with parts and equipment, tools and chemicals in carefully labeled bottles. "This is what I really wished to show you."

He gazed around, "Wow." he said coldly, his eyes scanning every object carefully. It was amazing. Definitely a lab he wanted. He was pretty jealous.

Daemon grinned. "As long as we're partners, what's mine is yours."

...

He blinked, taking the device out of his pocket and immediately getting to work.

Daemon leaned against the doorframe, watching him for a few minutes, before turning and leaving.

He bit his lip, watching him leave and letting out a relieved sigh. God that dude was hot. He cleared his throat, letting himself blush for a few moments before collecting himself and continuing on the device.

Daemon returned about an hour later, humming softly, a tray with a pitcher of fresh water and two glasses on it, along with a loaf of ration bread from the canteen nearby. It was just something to snack on, to tide them over until the canteen opened for dinner. Even swanks often had to abide by ration code.

He took a few pieces of candy out of his pocket, "Grape or orange?" he asked, having several lollipops.

He smiled slightly, setting the tray on an open spot of the table. His smile was crooked and looked rather goofy on him, like he was trying to hard to look happy. "Grape."

"You don't have to force yourself." he muttered, raising an eyebrow, having seen right through that facade. He threw him a lollipop, sipping some water and slipping his goggles back down.

He yelped in surprise, fumbling to catch the sweet and quickly shoving it in his pocket. "What the hell is your problem!?" He exclaimed in surprise, furrowing his brows.

((bruh...can you respond in kurloz's cell in the SCP rp?))

<< Oh, yea I will >>

"What do you mean what is my problem? You're faking. I can tell. No one is that genuinely happy over a piece of hardened corn syrup" he replied simply as he worked.

He frowned, lowering his gaze. "I've never had candy before, so yeah, I am happy over a piece of hardened corn syrup. You're not fucking psychic." He snapped, dropping the lollipop on the table, turning on his heel, and left without another word, slamming the door.

He blinked, "Well.. yea I kinda am." he muttered quietly. Perhaps Dae was happy. But really? Smiling all of the time? Nah. Dante could tell something was up.

"If you were you would've realized that that is how I smile. Stop being a dick." He snarled and stomped back to his room, slamming that door as well.

((bruuuuh SCP))

He rolled his eyes, "Go write a fanfiction you PMS teen" he mumbled.

He flopped down onto his bed and said nothing, groaning loudly.

Dante finished with an exhausted huff. He had been up for three days straight with this piece of crap.

Daemon didn't return, pretty much just going to sleep after being pissed at Dante.

Dante sat down, slouching back on his chair and yawning as he ended up falling asleep.

Daemon woke up well before Dante did, coming in to check on him only to see him...asleep? He furrowed his brows, scooping the other up and carrying him to the guest room.

Dante mumbled something in his sleep, stirring slightly.

He chuckled softly, pulling the blanket back and laying him down, moving to tuck him in. Despite their stupid spat, Dante had worked hard, and he deserved a break.

Dante hugged one of the pillows closely, "M-Mom" he mumbled, his eyes closed tightly at his nightmare.

He furrowed his brows, reaching out to shake him. "Hey..Dante.."

Dante blinked when he was shaken, his eyes wide before going back to a dead pan expression, "What?" he mumbled quietly.

"You were having a nightmare...so I woke you up..I hope that's okay."

He rubbed his eyes, looking away, "Whatever" he mumbled.

"..sorry." He murmured, nodding quietly and quickly leaving the room.

He watched him leave, biting his lip and sighing. Was he an asshole? He didn't think he said anything completely offensive..

It wasn't that Dante was being an ass in particular. It was the fact that Daemon was actually trying to make a friend, and in his mind, 'friends' were made by doing what the other wanted him to do and being completely submissive. Makes you wonder if his friends were actual friends or simply people using him.

Dante sighed, covering his face with his hand and letting out an annoyed sigh, "Damn it" he grumbled.

"Dante...!" There was a sudden yell from downstairs, followed by a crash and a startled cry.

He blinked, shooting out of bed and jumping over the rail, landing on the first level and searching for Daemon. "What's wrong?!" he demanded.

Daemon was in the kitchen, the window broken. He sat in the corner, his eyes wide, cradling his arm to his chest, which oozed blood at an alarming rate. "I-I..." he trailed off, obviously in shock, struggling to put words to what had just happened. What had just happened!?

Dante blinked, racing up to him and suddenly pulling him to his arms, "Daemon, I need you to listen to me, what the fuck happened? Breathe, calm down, but it's really fucken important that you tell me immediately" he said.

He trembled, eyes wide, clutching his arm to his chest. "I-I came...food..for food a-and it had broken in..w-went through the window.." He trailed off, shivering violently. As long as the adrenaline was pumping, the pain in his arm was just a dull throb.

Dante glanced down at his arm, "F-Fuck, holy, shit, were you bitten?! We have to get this cleaned out!" he said, apparently very flustered and shocked for once.

"I-I don't know!" He cried, just panicking more at the other's flustered look. This wasn't good, wasn't good at all. Tears welled up in his eyes as the pain began to set in, and he stumbled to his feet, going to find the pump, which pumped fresh water into a basin right inside the house. The quicker he could clean this out, the better.

He followed after him, suddenly swooping him up bridal style, "Stay off your feet to decrease blood flow" he commanded, finding the basin and turning it on.