Dante slipped his hand inside his pocket to feel for how much money he had. Yep, he still had a decent amount, judging by how many coins he ran his fingers over. It was Pieshow currency too. He’d gotten change when he’d paid for the hotel rooms for himself and Lady. He wondered for a few moments how she was doing. He hadn’t heard from her in awhile. Neither journal entries or comments or anything of the like. She’d probably found a new group of people to hang out with. Probably with those exorcists or what the hell!
His thoughts were immediately derailed when he heard shouts and the creaking and clanging of metal. Dante looked up to see none other than the Prince, standing on top of the produce scale, though it clearly wasn’t built to hold more than the occasional plus-sized watermelon. “SHIT!”
Dante roughly pushed past the others waiting in line. He had taken his eye off the Prince for one minute, and he’d already gotten himself in trouble! If he broke that scale, who knew how much they’d be charged! “Dammit, Prince, what are you thinking!! Get the hell down from there!” The clerk was saying as much, too, though he was afraid to touch the Prince. Dante wasn’t, though. He reached up, took the Prince by the middle, and pulled him down from the scale, setting him on the ground again.
The clerk took a deep breath. Hopefully that unruly child had not broken his scale. He’d spent all morning working on balancing it just right. He had it perfectly calibrated with all the other scales in the entire store, too. He took a customer’s shiny red apple and placed it on the scale. He knew the average weight of an apple by heart. And the reading from the scale was definitely, definitely off. Apples didn’t weigh three pounds! The clerk tried not to spaz, and instead placed a ‘next register please’ sign in front of his counter, much to the chagrin of those already in his line.
Anger displaces quickly, and those who had been waiting turned to glare at Dante. Not at the Prince, but Dante. He had the privilege to hear such passive-aggressive wonders as, “Some people should never have children,” “If that kid were mine, I’d have kept him on a leash,” “My child would never have been so impolite as to pull such a stunt,” and, “Gee, thanks, buddy, your kid broke the scale and now we have to wait all over again in another line.”
Each comment made Dante’s apologetic smile stretch thinner and thinner. He had half a mind to tan the Prince’s hide, as someone suggested she would do to her child. But everything was going to be fine. He didn’t have to pay for any damage. He wasn’t going to break the Prince’s arm over a little mishap… though it would have been justified at this point.
But to make a good, solid impression on the kid, he bent down to Prince-level and looked him right in the eye. “All right, kid. What the fuck did you do that for?” he growled in a low voice. “You should know better than that! You’re lucky you didn’t do more damage than that, otherwise I would have left you here to fix it! Now come on.” He stood up and looked for a new line to wait in. “If you want to eat, you’ll wait quietly, right by my side, as the most silent, most well-behaved prince to ever set foot in this realm.” He settled on a new line, and this time, he kept a very close eye on the kid.
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Dante slipped his hand inside his pocket to feel for how much money he had. Yep, he still had a decent amount, judging by how many coins he ran his fingers over. It was Pieshow currency too. He’d gotten change when he’d paid for the hotel rooms for himself and Lady. He wondered for a few moments how she was doing. He hadn’t heard from her in awhile. Neither journal entries or comments or anything of the like. She’d probably found a new group of people to hang out with. Probably with those exorcists or what the hell!
His thoughts were immediately derailed when he heard shouts and the creaking and clanging of metal. Dante looked up to see none other than the Prince, standing on top of the produce scale, though it clearly wasn’t built to hold more than the occasional plus-sized watermelon. “SHIT!”
Dante roughly pushed past the others waiting in line. He had taken his eye off the Prince for one minute, and he’d already gotten himself in trouble! If he broke that scale, who knew how much they’d be charged! “Dammit, Prince, what are you thinking!! Get the hell down from there!” The clerk was saying as much, too, though he was afraid to touch the Prince. Dante wasn’t, though. He reached up, took the Prince by the middle, and pulled him down from the scale, setting him on the ground again.
The clerk took a deep breath. Hopefully that unruly child had not broken his scale. He’d spent all morning working on balancing it just right. He had it perfectly calibrated with all the other scales in the entire store, too. He took a customer’s shiny red apple and placed it on the scale. He knew the average weight of an apple by heart. And the reading from the scale was definitely, definitely off. Apples didn’t weigh three pounds! The clerk tried not to spaz, and instead placed a ‘next register please’ sign in front of his counter, much to the chagrin of those already in his line.
Anger displaces quickly, and those who had been waiting turned to glare at Dante. Not at the Prince, but Dante. He had the privilege to hear such passive-aggressive wonders as, “Some people should never have children,” “If that kid were mine, I’d have kept him on a leash,” “My child would never have been so impolite as to pull such a stunt,” and, “Gee, thanks, buddy, your kid broke the scale and now we have to wait all over again in another line.”
Each comment made Dante’s apologetic smile stretch thinner and thinner. He had half a mind to tan the Prince’s hide, as someone suggested she would do to her child. But everything was going to be fine. He didn’t have to pay for any damage. He wasn’t going to break the Prince’s arm over a little mishap… though it would have been justified at this point.
But to make a good, solid impression on the kid, he bent down to Prince-level and looked him right in the eye. “All right, kid. What the fuck did you do that for?” he growled in a low voice. “You should know better than that! You’re lucky you didn’t do more damage than that, otherwise I would have left you here to fix it! Now come on.” He stood up and looked for a new line to wait in. “If you want to eat, you’ll wait quietly, right by my side, as the most silent, most well-behaved prince to ever set foot in this realm.” He settled on a new line, and this time, he kept a very close eye on the kid.