The Other Dante: Ice Moon
He blinked, staring at the man extending the bag out. "Tch... You're serious?" The two would more than likely exchange an awkward staredown for a moment before he took the bag from his hand. "Whatever. Where're we going?" He said, stepping to the man's side. He eyed the coat, the pistols the man had, how they were similar to his own. "So I'm guessing word's spread around this world about me too, huh? What're you? Some sort of weird cosplayer? You got the hair wrong, though. It's black; not white. I like the guns, though. Not exactly the models that mine are, but what can you do, yeah?" Dante spoke pretentiously and smirked. "Ten outta ten though for originality."