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[339 Brady Lane]

[Shortly after the mail's arrived, Mika can be found sitting on the porch, a package torn open near her feet and she has a worn, discolored satchel in her lap. Her gaze is distant as she holds a battered notebook in her hands, flipping through the pages without really looking at them.

Of all the things she could have gotten back, she hadn't expected them to return her bag.]

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(Oh hey, it's that wolf girl from a while ago. She seems ~~mentally stable~~ pretty down, so he's here to investigate!)

What's got you down? Something wrong?

[She glances up at him, and it's easy to tell that the deep shadows around her eyes and the way she seems hollowed out is actually normal and not just something brought on by her moment of madness.]

Hey, Dante. [She looks down at the notebook in her hands and shakes her head.]

It's stupid, but...I guess I'm just upset because a lot of my friends have been permanently droned. Then I got my bag in the mail. Just...too many bad memories to go with it, even if I needed it.

Pretty sure missing your friends isn't stupid. Neither's nostalgia. You want stupid, try grocery shopping in your underwear while drunk off your ass.

(Assuming he actually goes grocery shopping...)

What you're feeling right now's normal.

Okay, yeah, that's pretty stupid. But since when do you eat more than just pizza and strawberry sundaes?

[Her gaze goes distant as she stares down at her lap and the open notebook in it. The pages are stained with unknown substances, the writing on them a rushed scrawl. So many bad memories lingered in those pages, but without the bag and its contents she'd felt terrifyingly unprotected.]

I don't know...

I don't. Trish makes me do her shopping sometimes and doesn't care how drunk I am when I do it.

(A sad sad truth...for Dante, anyway. Women tend to troll him easily.)

There's nothing wrong with missing people after they're taken from you. It's not like I haven't gone through that before.

(Vergil instantly comes to mind. Sure, he came back all brainwashed, but back at the time, he thought he lost him.)

Yeah, well I don't understand why, she's not the one bringing in the money, is she? Lazy demons...

[She just smiles a little and shakes her head at that. Oh, Trish.

She sighs, her tail thumping listlessly against the porch.]

Oh, that part is normal, yeah. And...well, I'm sorry about your twin.

She does her own thing sometimes. The money's just hard to come by, you know?

(Though it's a bit better now that they've finally finished paying off Lady.)

It's cool; I'm over it by now. Took some time, but you get over that sort of thing. You're a strong lady; you can do the same.

What, too much property damage keeping the business from being profitable?

[At least this line of teasing is making her smile a little.

Her gaze goes a little flat as she looks at something past him.]

Losing someone important like that, the pain lingers even if you think you're over it. But strong? I can't say that's something you could call me. Running from everything isn't exactly strength.

You know it. Getting sent bills instead of checks sucks, but whatever; we're managing by.

(Still blaming Lady for that, but if there's one thing Dante can do, it's get by.)

You don't have to fight to be strong, you know. Sometimes, it's being able to keep going that makes you strong.

That's something, at least.

[Mika huffs, shaking her head.]

There isn't much left of me to keep going, Dante.

See, that's exactly the thing. It might not be much left, but there's still something. It's rough and annoying as hell, sure, but as long as there's something, you can't lose.

(Why yes, this was all totally one big plan to comfort her and not coincidental in the slightest, what are you talking about >.>)

[She sighs, her brows furrowing a little as she stares up at him. Whether his attempt at cheering her up has worked or not, it's hard to say.]

(Yeah, very hard to say right now, but rather than stand there and guess, he's gonna move on to offering her a hand.)

Why don't I take you out to eat somewhere? My treat.

Seriously?

[She cocks her head, her eyes going wide before she catches herself. With a soft huff and a wry grin, she puts her scuffed hand in his, it looked surprisingly small in comparison, and the scars on her knuckles stand out when she closed her fingers around his.]

Well, as long as you don't try to hit me with a car first like the last guy who asked to take me out for a meal, I suppose it's fine.

Seriously.

(Such cute hands...scuffed or not, they were still better than Dante's. Also, that statement makes him raise an eyebrow.)

...dude. I might not have the best pickup techniques, but even I'm not that much of a douche.

[At least her hands aren't as horribly scarred as the rest of her, despite her inch-long claws. She likes his hands, though. They're comfortable and warm.

Snorting softly, she shakes her head.]

He assured me it was an apology meal. Little did I know he thought it was actually a date. Didn't really listen to 'no' or 'stop that' very well, either. Took a few snaps to get him to stop invading my space when I didn't want him cuddling all over me.

[Her nose wrinkles, her ears flicking back at the memory.]

(Comfortable hands willing to guide her over to the diner or wherever she wanted to go. Dante didn't mind.)

Well that's lame...and pretty sleazy. If you want, I can go kick his ass.

[She barks a laugh, her tail wagging and she shakes her head. The diner was an excellent idea, and after Cade's healing her leg held her weight much better than it used to.]

No, I'm not that mean, siccing you on him. As hilarious as that'd be, it'd be horrible of me.

Alright, but the option's still there.

(Is he disappointed? Not really, no. Fights were fun, but they were boring if they were too easy.)

The town's stupid enough to not sell pizza anywhere, but they have burgers and shit at the diner. That sound good to you?

Nah, I'm not sure his swishy sword fighting could hold up to whatever the town's let you have back. Especially since I don't think he has all of his magic at his disposal, either.

[She snorts, tossing her head a little.]

Then I'm afraid you might just have to learn to make it yourself. But sure, I never turn down meat.

I got my body, my guns and my sword back. That's all I really need.

(He runs his hands through his hair. So much swag he has.)

I can't cook for shit, so unless you want to watch me blow up a kitchen, that's out...so yeah, burgers sound good right now.

Really, now.

[Her eyebrows almost arched skeptically but she couldn't help but laugh at the idea of him blowing up his kitchen.]

Ohh-ho! The king of hell, bested by a stovetop? How sad! I guess I'll just have to try my hand at it myself!

Yeah, really.

(Hey now, he's sensitive about this sort of thing...okay, not really.)

Hey, it's not my fault stoves are damn hard to work with; I'm the kind of guy who hits things until they work for me, but hey, if you can make pizza, I'm sure as hell not gonna complain.

[She just huffs in amusement, shaking her head.]

Looks like I might have to start teaching people how to feed themselves. It might just save you some money.

That'd be pretty cool. Money always tries to avoid me, so saving up some of it is always good.

(Except it's usually his fault he's broke all the time. The rest of the time, it's Lady's fault.)

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