[h1]Guts - School[/h1]

"If you wanna blab, talk on the way. Otherwise, more of them will come after us. Ya better hope it's nobody tough." Guts said, turning away from the pair. With that, he began his path northward, away from this damned town.

[h1]Dante - Castle Tepes Kitchens[/h1]

"Huh. So you've got something to fill out the top, too." the Devil Hunter grinned at the maid, sliding the now complete pie onto a wide, red scimitar. With a shout, the blade was wrapped in a torrent of demonic fire, flash-cooking the pizza until the crust was a perfect golden brown. Mozzarella melted as the toppings were heated until they steamed, the mushrooms growing soft and tender along with peppers, pepperoni, sausage, and all manner of pizza accessories.
"The works, baby." Dante said to himself, licking his lips as he slid the pie onto the counter.

"I can't help but feel this is an abuse of our po-" the scimitar began to say before being cut off with a KLANK as its head-shaped pommel was bashed into its blue counterpart.
"No. Talking." Dante replied, staring at them. Neither answered back.