It’d been raining for at least two days straight now, the wind was picking up too and the forecast said it was still expected to get worse.

The pitter-patter of the rain against the windows outside and the sound of the wind blowing would've been nice and soothing if it wasn't for the fact that the insulation was lackluster, and the worry ‘what if the ceiling starts leaking’ wasn't too far-fetched. Dante didn't seem too concerned, but then again - it's Dante, the man who cracks jokes after being shot in between the eyes. He shouldn't be the one to look at for an appropriate reaction, and it was getting a bit too cold to ignore. “Stop pacing so loudly, will you? It's cutting into my nap time..” He yawns, his feet up on his desk and his arms crossed behind his head, comfortable as ever, like it wasnt 10°C in here.