Dante got up after receiving one of the hardest slaps of his life; honestly, he still didn't understand this girl. How could she change so abruptly? Was she the Joker?
He left the room and headed for the kitchen, where he saw the angry face of the girl. It seemed like she could summon Durandal any moment and split him in half; such was the murderous aura around the apartment.
He wanted to try to resolve it through dialogue, but he realized it couldn't be that easy, even if he tried. 'I'll fix this mess,' was his first thought. He needed to improve the atmosphere in this place to live in peace, at least during breaks from the school routine.
He went up to her and initiated the first dialogue after the powerful slap he received.
"Can we pretend that didn't happen?" Dante said, staring at the girl seriously, but she wouldn't give in so easily with just a question, without even an apology.
