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Dante sniffed a nodded, waiting for whenever Saorla would hand him the receipt. He took the pen, lancing over the 'TIP' segment. Tip? Glancing around the bar, he breathed and didn't even make anothernote of it. What did he ******** need money for anyways?
For his random vacations.
He scribbled a number down, did the math in his head easily, then pushed it back towards her.
"Yeah..." He murmured, glancing to the man again. He'd completely missed the flash from his eyes. Completely.
He blinked, glancing to the side only as he noticed he was being talked to. Huh? He raise a tipsy brow, then glanced to the black haired man. What, this punk?
"Fancy, huh?" He murmured, huffing a bit.
"Well, I guess he acts prissy enough." He murmured. Was that a bit too dickish? What the ******** ever.