"You look like shit, lil' bro. Did the hoes keep you up too long?"
As his eyes gradually regained focus, Dante found himself face to face with a grinning skeleton. He drew a sigh from the depths of his soul and let it out, hoping it would take the annoying exhaustion and pain away with it. Unfortunately, the results were a little disappointing.
"You could say that."
"Damn." Lev chuckled. "Leave some pussy for the rest of us."
"Yeah, but… You sure that thing still works?" Dante glanced down.
"Of course it does! Even if it doesn't, I can always make it work!"
As his bony friend laughed it off, Dante forced himself to remember why he decided to visit him in the first place. He didn't have to try that hard, since it hadn't been that long since he left Suzuka's hideout.
The genius Gearhead had guilt-tripped him into extending the time he was giving her, so he ended up wearing 8-3 for almost thirty minutes. Surprisingly, he was fine for the first fifteen.
