A man and his vices...

[rebellious_mercenary]

Who: Dante and OPEN.
Where: Anywhere.
Summary: There's a new arrival and his priorities are questionable.
Warnings: None.

So, there's a silver-haired fellow here finding himself a little lost and confused so, you're going to find him soaking in his environment. Watch out, he might notice you!

Whoops, too late! He notices you and now he's going to ask you something super important... "Hey you! Is there, um, a bar nearby? If not a bar, then a club?" It appears he has his sights set on liquor and babes. He does want to know where he is but his vices are important to him at the moment.

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What is timely tagging?

[belfire]

Geeze, Dante, you sure know how to pick them. Kazuya barely looked fifteen, let alone old enough to know where that kind of shit was. But Kazuya stopped and stared, slowly raising an eyebrow at the silver hair. Man, not more white haired guys. His life was plagued with enough pasty pale geniuses and assholes, thank you very much.

"...heh," Kazuya grinned a bit slyly, "You're in luck. I work at one. Sex, booze, and all that crap. I can show you if you want, but..."

He rubbed his mouth, crimson eyes squinting up at the weird man contemplatively before thrusting out his hand, as if expecting to be handed something. "It'll cost ten thousand yen for a tour! Please and thank you!"

[rebellious_mercenary]

Nope, he is not impressed by you, Kazuya. "You gotta be kidding me. I ain't got any of that money. Hell, I haven't even gotten a chance to rebuild my shop after it being destroyed by demons!"

"...I didn't even get paid for stopping a world-breaking havoc," he'll huff as he crosses his arms, "And I'm pretty sure Lady would've put me in debt for destroying her motorcycle..." He kicks a lone stone. He's not very lucky.

[belfire]

Demons? That pricked Kazuya's interest.

"Oh, so you're some sort of hobo?" Kazuya sniffed, turning his head away and crossing his arms. "Gross. Sorry, but sex clubs need money to serve you, y'know. Unless..." his gaze dropped down to the front of Dante's trousers, "Those are assless chaps you're wearing there, and you're planning to pay in booty points."

[rebellious_mercenary]

Man, you're really pissing him off, Kazuya. "I ain't a hobo, dude. I just don't got the money on me right now.

And no, I don't plan on doing any of that. Why would I? I mean, sure I got a nice ass but I don't have any interest in that stuff."

[belfire]

Kazuya laughed, dropping his arms to settle a hand on his hip, jutting it out suggestively as he grinned wolfishly. "Don't take it so seriously, man. Just yanking your chain and all that."

The grin vanished. "Although I'm not kidding about the money thing. You can open up a tab, but you gotta pay up sometime. If you don't, you have to deal with me."

Yes... him, a scrawny looking guy who barely looked fourteen, than his actual age of seventeen. It looked like Dante could snap him over his knee without really trying.

The grin was back. "Bu~ut if you can prove that you can get some cash flowing soon, I'll lead you to your wanted destination, no problem."

[rebellious_mercenary]

"...You? You're a scrawny kid that I could easily snap in half." Way to point out the obvious there, Dante.

He'll sigh, "Whatever. I'll figure something out." And by that he means when he gets around to it. "By the way, has anyone told you you're a strange kid?"

[belfire]

"You wouldn't be the first," Kazuya said easily, lifting his shoulders up into a casual shrug. "Comes with the territory of being a badass demon king, y'know? Pah pow!"

He shadow boxes a bit, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet before dropping his arms with a laugh.

"No time to be all stiff and boring. Everything's meant to be fun and weird."