JUST A DREAM, c

Who the hell passed out in the middle of adding finishing touches to a painting? Apparently, Dante did. He didn't even have a reason to fall asleep randomly - he wasn't a narcoleptic and he slept alright the night before. He literally opened his eyes to find his head rested partly on his painting, and feeling groggy. When he realised what happened, he could've slapped himself for putting the painting flat on a table rather than on an easel. He could've messed up some of the wet paint by putting his face on it, which would not have made him happy. Fortunately, the painting hadn't been ruined - the same couldn't be said for Dante's face.

He'd failed to take note of the small swipe of light blue paint on his cheek when he left the house, shoving his phone into his pocket and doing up the laces of his boots. If Dante knew about the paint on his face, he would definitely say that he looked like an idiot who had their head in the clouds all the time, kind of like the certain someone that he was off to meet at the park.

By the time Dante got to the park, he had shoved his hands into the pouch of his dark red hoodie and was walking hunched over, glad that he had stopped for just a moment to pull on a beanie. He was late meeting Gavin anyway, so why not make him wait longer? Grumbling as he walked through the park, Dante was not too happy with the thought of having to take his phone out to text Gavin and ask him where the fuck he was. He decided to spend a bit more time walking and searching, before he'd text - or call - the idiotic but annoyingly lovable person he called a friend to ask him where exactly he was.

In the moment where Dante had given up on searching by himself and pulled his phone out of his back pocket, bringing it in front of him to unlock it and text Gavin, he lightly bumped into someone. A displeased grumble escaped Dante as the words tumbled out of his mouth, unable to stop the rudeness that dripped out so easily nowadays. "Would it kill you to realise that I'm focused on my fucking phone and you could've fucking stepped out of my way?" While his tone was irritated, it was almost half-hearted, like he really didn't care. Dante didn't look up at the other person until he sent a brief text of, "Where the hell are you?!" to Gavin and finished his words, but when he realised who it was, Dante immediately rolled his eyes.

"Shut the fuck up, Gav," he said, but the shortened version of his friend's name hinted at Dante not minding at all. He shrugged, stepping back from the other and immediately shoving his hands in his pockets. "I haven't been here for long," another shrug accompanied the statement.