Dante rolled over and groaned. He'd already gotten up and showered, but had returned to bed to sleep some more.
When he heard the knock at the door, he tugged some jeans on over his boxers, and was just putting a shirt on over his chest when he opened the door.
"Ye- ...Shouldn't you be stabbing a voodoo doll of me or putting a curse on me or something?" Dante rubbed some sleep out of his bloodshot eyes, which were sore from lack of sleep and crying. He sighed.
"Okay, sorry, that was mean."
He changed to the way he spoke to strangers, he'd even done it to a degree when he was a child, mostly to adults, but also to other kids until he knew them better.
"Hello, what seems to be the problem?"