Holiday Inn, Limbo City, Friday Evening

[not_every_mage]

Anders had booked and paid for the room, ignoring the clerk's dirty look at the blood and muck on their clothes. They wouldn't be the only people caught in the day's devastation looking for someplace to sleep tonight

He'd silently followed Dante through the hotel halls to their room, and placed a quick order for pizza before he took off his boots and crashed out on the bed. The thousand bruises and scrapes of the battle stung his skin.

He should shower. He didn't want to move.

He turned to Dante, still registering faint surprise at the newly white hair. (He supposed they were lucky if that was the worst permanent change Dante saw.) Words failed him when it came to addressing the true horror of the day, but he should at least say something

"They said the pizza should be here in about half an hour," he said. "I'm actually impressed it's not longer, considering."


[OOC: For one, NFB.]

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[rebelseekspizza]

Dante hadn't made it all the way to the bed. He was tired, and he'd been tired while Anders placed the order, and halfway through the call, his knees had just given out.

So he was sitting on the floor now, back to the door. "Limbo City, man," he said, tilting his head up. "Anything that'll earn a buck."