đđ  đđđđđđ  đđđđđ  đđđđđđđđ ,  đđđđđđđ  đđđđ  đđđđđđđđ  đđ  đđđđđđđđđ  đđ ,    but acknowledgement does not immediately come from his part ( still brewing himself tea ,  steeping dark leaves within the hot water ) .  Thereâs the CLANG of the metal door of the agency ,  the purposeful footsteps stepping on creaking floorboards .  Another tempest to meet the one already present ,  but the Devil seems nigh UNBOTHERED as he exits the small kitchen & makes his way towards the worn sofa ,  seating himself without proper GREETING to the return visitor .  Instead ,  he takes a long sip from his cup ,  eyes closed & obviously enjoying the drink heâs prepared himself ( breaking silence only once heâs thoroughly enjoyed his drink ) .
              â  Dante isnât here at the present moment .  â
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