[ dante stretches, trying to shake out some of the tension that had been coiling around his limbs as wolfwood spins his cross again, the heavy hunk of metal shifting back into a somewhat slimmer form. he can't deny that he enjoys watching it do that, or deny that he enjoys watching the way wolfwood handles it as though it is made out of nothing but paper.
with his limbs looser he summons the devil sword dante back into his hand, swinging it up and over to rest across his shoulders. ]
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with his limbs looser he summons the devil sword dante back into his hand, swinging it up and over to rest across his shoulders. ]
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