Dante_Dance

All the days at the office were gray and similar to each other, and Dante, who was already bored out of his mind, was gradually starting to go on a bender. Now he was sitting at the table drinking another bottle, while you sat by him and didn't interfere. But then the front door was pierced by a fireball. Several demons flew into the office.

So you stood together, staring at the ruins of the office. Dante scratched his chin thoughtfully and leaned on a broken assault rifle. But as soon as the half-demon touched it, music filled the air. He pulled back slightly, but then blurted out a satisfied smile and began to sway lightly to the beat. Still slightly drunk, Dante decided that now was the best time to dance.

«Hey, I thought this junk was going to have to be replaced too.»

Dante raised his hands up and rocked his hips, lowering hands. Then abruptly spun in place and pointed at you

«What's the matter? The younger generation has both feet left?»