Did I mention I don't own anything but the idea and Lola ? If you thought I
did, boy are you stupid.
Lola looked at Dante like he was insane.
" What did you call me?"
He smirked. This would be more fun than he thought.
" I said 'Hey, thick thighs'. That's you."
Lola got up looked furious.
" I'll have you know that my thighs are not thick, at least not as thick as your head and you have no business labeling or even looking at my thighs!!"
Dante concealed his laughter. He definitely sensed something that time.
" My apologies, I'm Dante. And you can stay here as long as you want, so long as you don't touch any of those heads or my swords."
" Gee, so much for that unbearable urge to give that skull-looking thing a makeover."
Dante looked at her.
" Joke."
" Oh. "
Dante tried to figure out what all to do with her. She was looking at all the heads around the room. Then she was studying him. Dante looked around him.
" What?"
" You look strange."
" You're calling me strange and I'm the impolite one?"
" That's right."
" How do you figure?"
Lola took a deep breath and walked around the room." Well, you have silver/white hair, your eyes are a greenish evil color and you give off this wicked aura."
" Wicked meaning good, or wicked meaning bad?"
" Look in the mirror and you tell me."
Dante caught the compact she tossed to him." There's nothing wrong with me."
" Now who said anything was wrong with you?"
Dante tossed it back letting it hit her in her lap." I know this isn't the best time," He started," But do you know why the puppet show from hell killed your parents?" He asked. She thought for a minute. " No. I don't think we would have anything they would want. Unless they wanted that old girl marionette." She said. Dante laughed. She smiled at the lighter mood." Other than that, I can't say. I don't know much about them, they were my foster parents." She said. Dante looked up at that.' Foster parents? That makes this puzzle a bit easier'. He thought.
" Foster parents you say?"
" I say."
" What about you real parents?"
" Do you know where they are?"
" Where?"
" I'm asking you."
Dante shook his head." I don't where I came from." She said." Ever take a blood test?" He asked." No. I hate needles." She said." It only hurts when it goes in. And only that hurts for a minute." He said." Are suggesting I go get one done?" She asked." Nope, I can tell you're part demon from your anger. What I don't is where you came from to get that way." He said." I don't recall any sightings that long ago. Mundus should have still been in prison for the most part. Only his minions can travel here."
" Hold on, time out, flag on all sides, clipping! What that about being part demon?"
" You are part demon candypants."
Lola slapped him hard.
" Call me that again and you'll be part man, Mr. Dante."
Lola looked at Dante like he was insane.
" What did you call me?"
He smirked. This would be more fun than he thought.
" I said 'Hey, thick thighs'. That's you."
Lola got up looked furious.
" I'll have you know that my thighs are not thick, at least not as thick as your head and you have no business labeling or even looking at my thighs!!"
Dante concealed his laughter. He definitely sensed something that time.
" My apologies, I'm Dante. And you can stay here as long as you want, so long as you don't touch any of those heads or my swords."
" Gee, so much for that unbearable urge to give that skull-looking thing a makeover."
Dante looked at her.
" Joke."
" Oh. "
Dante tried to figure out what all to do with her. She was looking at all the heads around the room. Then she was studying him. Dante looked around him.
" What?"
" You look strange."
" You're calling me strange and I'm the impolite one?"
" That's right."
" How do you figure?"
Lola took a deep breath and walked around the room." Well, you have silver/white hair, your eyes are a greenish evil color and you give off this wicked aura."
" Wicked meaning good, or wicked meaning bad?"
" Look in the mirror and you tell me."
Dante caught the compact she tossed to him." There's nothing wrong with me."
" Now who said anything was wrong with you?"
Dante tossed it back letting it hit her in her lap." I know this isn't the best time," He started," But do you know why the puppet show from hell killed your parents?" He asked. She thought for a minute. " No. I don't think we would have anything they would want. Unless they wanted that old girl marionette." She said. Dante laughed. She smiled at the lighter mood." Other than that, I can't say. I don't know much about them, they were my foster parents." She said. Dante looked up at that.' Foster parents? That makes this puzzle a bit easier'. He thought.
" Foster parents you say?"
" I say."
" What about you real parents?"
" Do you know where they are?"
" Where?"
" I'm asking you."
Dante shook his head." I don't where I came from." She said." Ever take a blood test?" He asked." No. I hate needles." She said." It only hurts when it goes in. And only that hurts for a minute." He said." Are suggesting I go get one done?" She asked." Nope, I can tell you're part demon from your anger. What I don't is where you came from to get that way." He said." I don't recall any sightings that long ago. Mundus should have still been in prison for the most part. Only his minions can travel here."
" Hold on, time out, flag on all sides, clipping! What that about being part demon?"
" You are part demon candypants."
Lola slapped him hard.
" Call me that again and you'll be part man, Mr. Dante."