Blacktail Deer Plateau the devil's bleeding crude oil from a hole in his chest

As he had hoped, it was Dante just beyond his view. They rounded in close to each other, though it seemed Dante had something on his mind long before Mordecai could have ever queried him whether or not he could spare the time. The query caught him off-guard, but he rolled with it just as easily as ever with a nod.

"Of course," was all that needed to be said, his curiosity running loose and perhaps even he was thankful for the distraction to a degree.

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