TheDarkTemplar said
Dante held the balloon in his hand, it was red. "Of all the colors...red" he thought to himself as he passed the balloon to Eris. At the moment red was no longer the color of life for him, right now he was like a bull when it came to red. He looked at his palms and saw that they were covered in blood. A chill went down his spine as thoughts raced through bis head. Whose blood is this? Did I feed? And on who or what? He panicked for a moment as he tried to make sense of things. He was so angry with memories of the incident that he was imagining it as if it was happening now. He calmed himself before preparing to catch the balloon again. While his mental state was not as bad as it had just been he was still noticeably upset. Isabella smiled as she looked at the balloon in Ray's hand. "The last time we played with balloons everyone ended up drenched in paint", she said with a giggle as she looked over to Dante. She could see he was enraged and if she timed it right she'd be able to make the situation worse for him.
Eris hit the ball back to Dante.