Day 35: Twin Pines Restaurant

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Artemis walked into the restaurant and glanced around at the decor. He wasn't impressed, but he wasn't disdainful either. He simply smiled. It was nice... for a town with a population of barely three hundred.

The boy smiled up at the person up front. "Two, if you please."

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Dante had experienced a few people in his life who genuinely pissed him off. He had dealt with demons the size of houses; oh sure, he'd dealt with the power of the Devil, had epic battles over demonic weapons, dealt with people like Jester, and he'd been pretty fucking understanding he thought. He'd been shot in the head for saving someone's life and had guns and swords and been stabbed by Vergil but that fucking bitch just stabbed a dirty fork into his fucking hand and what the fucking goddamn hell was her problem oh she did not just do that JESUS CHRIST OW HIS HAND.

"What in the FUCK you crazy bitch!!" Dante yelled as intense pain shot from his hand to his brain and he dropped the fork and pulled his bloody hand back. She was prattling on about some shit about her goddamn fucking cake but all Dante knew was the searing pain in his right hand and the blood dripping onto the kitschy plastic tablecloth.

Well, this was new. He couldn't recall any time in recent memory where he had felt this angry and not motherfucking impressed about something happening to him. In any other instance he would have gone Devil Trigger and fucking wrecked shit, and if he didn't pity this bitch for being a goddamn human he would have killed her too. But he knew, no matter what she'd been, he had sworn not to kill humans.

"..." He wrapped some his arm bandages around the wound, glad he'd put them on, else the fork might have gone through his hand. She'd stabbed to maim.

"You're a crazy fucking bitch and I don't give a shit about your cake." he said, every syllable laced with irritation of the strongest degree.

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GLaDOS smiled widely and awkwardly at his final statement, immediately withdrawing her fork from stabbing range and returning to the main part of the meal.

"Wonderful. Then we agree that it's my cake." She finished off the main part of her meal, pleasantly ignoring Dante. When the plate was cleaned (and it had been delicious, but there were more important things at hand), she pushed it away and pulled her cake closer.

GLaDOS cast one quick look at Dante, to make sure that he wasn't going to try and steal her cake again. Then she tightened her fingers around the (still slightly bloody) fork and dug in.

She didn't shovel the cake; she just ate very, very quickly. Each bite was savored even as she carved another piece out of a slice and onto the fork. Despite how much she savored and delighted in each bite, the cake still vanished with surprising speed. It may have partially been because of Dante's presence and the continued threat of theft, or just her hunger, or the pure desire for cake (twice gained!).

If Dante decided to say anything, she ignored him utterly until she was finally finished. Then she stared up at him with a faint and satisfied smile on her face.

Maybe she could delay the cake-hunting for tonight.

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Creepy, violent and slightly (make that mostly unbalanced)-- damn. Reminded him of Lady.

That is, if Lady ever smiled.

He boredly watched her eat the dessert (again in that perfectly controlled and robotic fashion) while starting in on some of his own cake. He savored it as some small thing he had over her; so perhaps that was why it didn't surprise him when she followed him out of the restaurant when he got a piece to go and ate it on the way to the bus.

Goddamn, he found himself keeping in line with her just in case she decided to stab his fucking spine for the cake he was eating as they walked.

Somehow, he felt sure she would if she had the chance.