"The last member, you say…"
The suited man echoed Victor's words and all eyes turned in Dante's direction.
"Pfft!!!" The fat guy's cheeks bulged for a moment, then he burst out laughing. "You… you got me there, Vic! I almost believed you!"
Clearly no one else got the joke, as indicated by the heavy air.
"So your name is Dante?" The purple-haired woman pressed her body against Dante, showing complete disregard for the others. "Would you like me to call you that, or would you prefer darling instead?"
"... How about you get off of me first, Ms…"
"Wha~t?" She furrowed her brows and pouted. "We haven't even done it once and you already forgot my name?"
"Just… move. I really don't want to deal with you right now."
She might not mind, but Dante was still capable of shame.
"Only if you promise not to run this time."
"He won't be running anywhere," Victor stepped in. "So how about you cut it off till we're done?"
