Wrapped in only a towel, Dante stands before his mirror coming out his silver locks. In the background, loud music vibrates though his home and his business. Growling he sets the comb down and decides the messy look was always better on him anyway. Ruffling his fingers though his hair his foot begins to tap to the music.
Shaking his head, once more he reached for the comb. For some reason today he was being extremely fussy. In the background, the once loud music become a still loud song and Dante, begins to hum along to the well known song.
Moving from the bathroom into his bedroom, he begins to find clothing, settling on an old and tattered pair of jeans, still humming. The towel is discarded onto the bed and Dante moves on.
In the kitchen he raids his own refrigerator, only to find a carton of milk, a stick of pepperoni and a six pack. With a shrug, he picks up the pepperoni, peels the plastic from the first few inches and takes a bite. The first song fades out and another begins, this one, one of the Demon hunter's personal favorites.
At first he only hummed to the song, the occasional head bang and air guitar. He was alone, no one would see, no one would know. He began, with meaning as though performing, to sing.
"Stapled shut, inside and outside would and I'm sealed in tight, bizarre but right at home. Claustrophobic, closing in and I'm catastrophic, not again! I'm smeared across the page, and doused in gasoline I wear you like a stain, yet I'm the one who's obscene. Catch me upon all your sordid little insurrections, I've got no time to lose, and I'm just caught up in all the cattle."
Head banging and dancing about as though in a worldly mosh pit, Dante amuses himself, acting out things as he sings along to the lyrics. He jumps up onto his couch and surfs it as it falls backwards; the half eaten stick of pepperoni is his microphone.
"Fray the stings, Throw the sheathes, Hold your breath, And listen!
I am a world before I am a man! I was a creature before I could stand! I will remember before I forget! BEFORE I FORGET THAT!"
After the falling couch he slides across the large wooden floor, hopping on top of his kitchen counter and continues his possessed singing.
"I am a world before I am a man! I was a creature before I could stand! I will remember before I forget! BEFORE I FORGET THAT!"
Jumping from the countertop, the silver haired demon slayer does a split in the mid air, lands on his knees and slides to the front door. Which he suddenly notices is opened.
Before him stands the blond bombshell that looks oddly like his mother, the woman known as Trish. Dante looks up her body slowly, she is dressed in a casual 'out on the own outfit' and soon enough (though it seems as though time had slowed significantly to Dante) he meets her shaded eyes. Her lips are curled in a thin smile that is just holding back her laughter and her stunning eyes, though hidden by her sunglasses, are alight with amusement.
"Trish…" Dante chokes and stands up suddenly, slamming the off button on his stereo. "You're early."
"Well," She said, grinning. "If I'm guaranteed this kind of amusement every time I show up early… I'll always be early." She finally releases her laughter, modestly.
"How long have you been standing there?" He demands, waving the stick of pepperoni at her.
"Long enough. C'mon Rocker boy."
Rolling his eyes and finally allowing himself to laugh, Dante goes back into his room and finished dressing.