Dante seemed hesitant, biteing his lower limp lightly. He ran a hand through his hair. "I'd like to, very much.. But Mother might come back, she was feeling sick, I'd hate to scare her."

Sylene nodded, "Well I have to head back soon. Daddy will get mad." she gingerly touched her eye again. "Where's your mom?"

"She was at my.. My father's work with him." Dante explained. "Popa wants to make her feel better, but I can't come. He's a doctor."

"Oh..well I hope you mom feels better." Sylene told him. "I gotta go, but if you do want to come my mom and I will take you back here first thing in the morning."

Dante contimplated his options for a bit longer before nodding his head. "Okay, if your sure it will be okay."

Sylene nodded and offered him a hand.

Dante took her offered hand after gathering his bag and fur, he kept the blanket around himself, it would be okay for awhile to keep him warm. Once he'd gotten to his feet he didn't release her hand.

Sylene didn't seem to mind as she silently led him back to her house.

Dante smiled more sincerly, he very much liked the idea of a warm house and a night without fear, and best of all, a new freind.

Sylene breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that her dad was not home yet. She led Dante inside her toasty house.

Dante looked around once he'd entered the building. He felt rather out of place, feeling very dirty in such a clean and big home. He took a seat and carefully removed his socks, not wanting to track dirt on the floor. "Thank you." He whispered, all smiles.

A tall black haired woman with a kind face rushed up to them. "Sylene, where have you been?" she asked worriedly.

"I told you I was going out." Sylene defended quietly. Grace noticed Dante. "Who do we have here?" she asked, smiling lightly.

Dante's smile weakend just a touch at the sight of the women, but it returned gradualy, although timidly. "I'm D-dante." He offered her his dirty little hand.

The woman's smile widened a bit. "It's nice to meet you Dante. I'm Mrs. Sloane." she introduced. "Would you like a hot bath and some clean pjs?"

Dante looked to Sylene as if questioning her mother's sincerity before returning his glance up at Mrs. Sloane. "Realy?" He smiled.

((Sorry, I feel asleep last night.))

Mrs. Sloane nodded, "Of course, Sweetie."

(No problem :)

Dante grinned, a warm bath was a rare gift and on a day like this he couldn't have wished for much more. "Yes please, mam."

Grace smiled and offered him her hand.

Dante put away his socks in his leather bag before acsepting the women's hand carefully, then looking back to Sylene.

"Go on. I'll be here when you get back." Sylene told him, taking a seat on the couch.

Dante lightly nodded, he was already begining to trust these people. He followed Grace, the women reminding him of his own mother already.

(I might disapear for awhile, soon)

Grace started the bath water, making sure it wasn't too hot for the child. "Okay, I'll leave you to it. Call if you need help."

Dante nodded to the women, offering her a greatfull smile. "Thank you." He was greatfull aswell for the privacy, the time alone at peace and in safety was just was he needed.

Grace turned off the water and stepped out to give him privacy.

Dante removed his dirty clothes and tucked them away in his leather bag. He took a rather long bath, staying in the water even as it grew rather cold. He wondered if he was supose to wait for the PJ's, changeing back into his dirty clothes would defeat the purpose of his long bath.

Grace softly knocked on the door, "Dante, the pyjamas are right outside the door, okay?"

Dante nodded lightly dispite the fact she couldn't see him. "Okay, thank you." He climbed from the tub and carefully retreived the clean pyjamas for himself, getting dressed before exiting the bathroom, but haveing trouble with the butoned up shirt.

Grace was waiting outside the bathroom, when he exited she knelt down to help him with his shirt.

Dante had a long scar down his chest seemingly from a past surgery. He watched her hands buton his shirt before smileing at the women and again thanking her.

Grace smiled at the child and offered him her hand again to lead him back to the living room.

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