[As if coming out of a fucking Michael Bay movie, Dante comes sliding on his knees as an entry with an unnecessary amount of explosives behind him for God knows why. He had a cat on his shoulder for some unknown reason outside of ‘the cat bit me, so I’m torturing it by rubbing his belly.’ Way to go, Dante.]

"Cheer up, kid. You just might get lucky with a different kinda ‘cat.’"

[Dante grinned as he put a firm pat on your shoulder before placing the cat down and seating himself.]