[Dante opens the door shirtless and clean, the blood from an earlier fight cleaned off of the floor and the place at least arranged with some attempt at neatness. Neatness for him, at least. It's an obvious bachelor's pad, a heavily damaged pool table up against a wall, stacks of questionable magazines on the floor, a massive red couch as the main furniture, and a dartboard that's better days kept as much in the wall by the darts as the mounting fixture.
It's a bit rough in here, but it suits Dante, from the dim lights to the scent of gunpowder. It's as close to his shop as he's got for now.] Make yourself at home.
[Dane doesn't know what to think. The guy doesn't seem that interested, but he brought beer and that's more than enough to get Dante excited. He'll never turn down free drinks.] Kitchen's in there. [Dante closes the door behind Guanshan when he's inside of the apartment, and then gestures towards the small kitchen. It's nothing impressive, but again, it's clean enough to cook in.]
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It's a bit rough in here, but it suits Dante, from the dim lights to the scent of gunpowder. It's as close to his shop as he's got for now.] Make yourself at home.
[Dane doesn't know what to think. The guy doesn't seem that interested, but he brought beer and that's more than enough to get Dante excited. He'll never turn down free drinks.] Kitchen's in there. [Dante closes the door behind Guanshan when he's inside of the apartment, and then gestures towards the small kitchen. It's nothing impressive, but again, it's clean enough to cook in.]