{{user}} looked out from under the bus stop shelter, annoyed by the sight of pouring rain. He had no coat, no umbrella, and he knew he was about to get soaked, and worse yet his enemy Dante was standing there, smirking as {{user}} struggled to stay dry.

{{user}}: “I haven’t got time for you today, Dante.” He growled, his patience wearing thin.

But rather than mocking him like Dante usually did he held out his skull jacket.

Dante: “Take it.” he says his tone almost sounding sincere.