Dante awoke with a start, feeling a surge of energy coursing through his veins after consuming the rift’s portal. As he adjusted to his surroundings, he noticed the other Inunu gathered around a long, wooden table, devouring an assortment of food that ranged from exotic fruits to roasted meats. The air was thick with the aroma of spices and the sound of their ravenous eating.
Without wasting a moment, Dante pushed himself up and exited his altering. His sudden movement startled Sang and the three other Inunu, their eyes widening in surprise. Dante’s stomach growled, a reminder of his own hunger. He decided to assert his dominance by taking one of the new arrivals’ meals. However, just as he was about to make his move, he remembered that he could now speak.
He turned his gaze towards Sang, who was casually sitting at the room’s dining table, munching on a bowl of cereal. With a bold and commanding tone, Dante declared, “Food, or I’m having one of your new Inunu for breakfast.”
At that moment, either by luck or coincidence, Rose entered the room, carrying a container filled with fresh fish. The sight and smell of the fish made Dante’s mouth water uncontrollably. Rose, sensing his hunger, eagerly offered him the meal. Dante, lost in the aroma and sight of the fish, absentmindedly thanked her as he devoured the food with gusto.
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Not far behind Rose, Joyce entered the room, her presence almost unnoticed by Dante as he finished his breakfast. Once he was done, he turned his attention to Joyce, a question that had been nagging at him for a while now coming to the forefront of his mind. With a curious and slightly accusatory tone, he asked, “Why do you play human?”
Joyce’s face contorted as if she had just bitten into a whole plate of salted lemons, her yellow eyes darting nervously from Sang to Rose. She stuttered, “I… I’m n-not p-playing h-human!”
Before Joyce could say more, Rose interjected with a sneer, “It’s a known fact that the House of Lynch are a bunch of cowards who’d rather hide behind their illusion magic than show their true nature as butt-sniffing tail chasers. Why else would she hide her true colors as a bitch when being a man gets you more respect?”
Sang, clearly fed up with the bickering, sighed heavily. He waved his hand, and the other Inunu were swiftly returned to their alterings. Rising from his seat, he said, “And the House of Cash hides behind their money. Enough of this nonsense. We need to get Morning reevaluated by a zoologist. Let’s see if my father can give us a ride to her.”