Dante

IF i shove this cigarette up your p-

*grabs dantes coat* NO! TAKE IT BACK! I NEED MY TOAST! *shakes* IM SORRY FOR IMPLYING YOU WANT TO DO UNHOLY THINGS TO OUTIS!

REDHAIRED?! *Their clock face goes completely pale, flames turning white* Was it Rodion?! Or- OH GOD WAS IT MEROSA?!

Ishmael? The same Ishmael who tried to harpoon a whale in the basement? *Their clock face somehow conveys skepticism*

*They roll their eyes, and their expression turns to one of annoyance* Oh, come on, I'm perfectly fine. I don't need any meds.

*They glare at you, their eyes narrowing* You're not my mother. You can't tell me what to do.

*Sinclair takes a huge gulp* Cold milk is amazing! *wipes his mouth* Thank you, Dante!