<div align="center"><tt class="bbc_tt"><em>Dante - A little shot down</em></tt></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">He scoffed at Flora's comment about his cursing. Who was she to tell him what to do? Though it was more a suggestion. He was a grown up for the most part, and his life was his life not for her to dictate. A little flustered with Flora at the moment that he some what tuned her out, though her words were still registering they only manifested to be unimportant. Dante began to think of his choice of words when Flora's small out burst caught him off guard. <br/><br/>Snapping back in to reality he looked at Flora in a small bit of confusion. She was going on about something that didn't derive itself in Dante's brain until Dante realized what he said. He was being a dick to her, but that's just who he was and did it due to instinct. He stood in silence as he watched Flora walk away. Dante spoke with good intentions but it only came out as cocky and arrogant. His pride how ever would never allow him to admit his good intentions, unless he swallowed his pride.<br/><br/>Dante let out a huff and ran after Flora. "Flora wait," going against everything that was him Dante bit his tongue to ease the pain. "I didn't mean it like that. I was just trying to be friendly. We're both new here, and I." He gulped and let out a strong sigh, "I thought it would be cool if we watched each others back. I apologize for sounding like a complete dick, and I don't think you are incapable of defending yourself." He walked backwards trying to at least gain Flora's attention. <br/><br/>Not knowing what was behind him his heel hit a large rock, and back he fell. His arms flailed in the air as his body smacked against the ground. "Fuck!" He yelled out without any care who heard him. He had landed on his shoulder first, and even though the wound was up front when push against something hard enough it pushes back. Dante had hit the ground hard enough to where the force traveled to his wound. Gripping his shoulder and cringing in pain, Dante rolled over on to his stomach. He spoke but his words were all violent and muffled. Getting to his knees he continued to hold his shoulder, and slowly make his way to his feet.  </span>