“…Dante?”

The taller changeling looked over with a canted brow, sitting up and rubbing his head. 

“Hey… how are you feeling?”

“I-I guess I’m alright…Wha…what happened…?”

“It’s kinda hard to explain. You had some sort of panic attack…”

“O-Oh…oh no…”

Undead Bez bit her lip, afraid she might have said something wrong. “W-What?”

“I-It happened, didn’t it…? W-Where’s my gun?” He began frantically patting himself down. 

“Gun? Oh… did you leave it at the table?”

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“So uh… remind me why are we out here here again?” Dante bit his lip as he looked at his surroundings. The two of them were on top of a large hill in the middle of the night. “It’s… kinda creepy.”

Undead Bez put a foreleg around him. “Relax, dude, it’s alright,” she said. “This’ll only take a few seconds.”

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“Finally! I’ve been wanting some Olive Garden for weeks. How’re you feeling, Bezzy?”

“Pretty good…” she looked at the young zombie nymph sitting next to her. Dante smiled softly. 

“Aaaand what about you, scoundrel?”

Zombiewings took a sip of her drink. “…I’ll take it.” he gave a supportive grin and nod, patting her on the head before focusing on his slice of lasagna. 

Undead Bez took another bite of her spaghetti. She could barely recall eating at a restaurant like this.

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“I can’t believe I’m this much in debt,” Griff sighed, eyes widened as he looked down at the bistro table. He had successfully paid for Dante’s hospital bill a few weeks ago, but was most definitely struggling now. He was so out of it switching back and forth between jobs that he had three-day-old clown makeup on his face from that gig at the circus. 

“Hey, kid! Wait up!” a voice from outside exclaimed.

“…who’s that?”  He lifted himself up to look outside. 

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