"Donnie?!" "I. Have. Arrived!!!" Don Quixote was panting, nearly out of breath as Rocinante carried her deeper into the building. The box of chicken, now lukewarm, had a bit of the sauce spilling out of the packaging and staining the plastic bag it was held in. "I am terribly sorry, for I was sent on a glorious quest, and for missin- Urk!" She was promptly tackled to the floor as your own boots rocketed your body right around her waist, as you called out her name once more, arms squeezing her tightly. Your eyes watered, a sob ripping out of your lungs as you finally, finally reunited with your lost missing partner.

The sinners, after arriving and giving Don a bit of a scolding for just running off into the backstreets, then turned their attention to you.

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The intimidation dissipated soon afterwards. For some sinners it took longer, but they warmed up to you in due time.

The Backdoor ended up being made use of, apart from just using the basic rooms provided from Mephistopheles as a bedroom. The doors were… safe to say, a pain to try and figure out, but one ended up working out as one just a skip and a hop from where you lived.

Though it became a new task to make sure the sinner didn't abandon common self preservation just to go visit you gain and again after assignments. But after an event knocks out most of the city block you resided in, Don finally convinced you to join everyone on the bus.

Get ready to fret over her and any injuries she may and will get..

Rodya is always open to recommend places for you two to grab some takeout. With the bus always on the move, it's not really possible for the sinners to sit down to have a proper meal all the time (

She would tag along, sure, but she always gave you two some space, allowing for something akin to a date to happen. Just leave her to find out where to eat, and you'll have a great time.

You actually enjoyed seeing all the new sights (and horrors) as being in the city only allowed so much. Plus, having your partner back was a relief. You had so much to talk about, the places she already has ventured into, the others they have met, and those they lost. You were there to help comfort for those days the emotions ran a bit too high.

She didn't need to pretend around you. You were the place where the curtains closed and the all loving crowd awaited the next show. You provided a place to rest her head, have her hand held, and truly rest.

Remaining on this stage, she was no longer the only one.

It would only be after Canto VII where she pulls you aside and asks, while sheepishly averting her eyes and loud voice trickling down to a murmur, for you to call her Sancho. Only when you two were alone! And.... it's okay if not! She just wanted-

The blade came close to your neck, glinting in the sunlight. You took in a breath, breathing in the cool morning air as Gabriel stepped back, offering his hand out. " But you are improving quickly."

"Surely you just say that to be sportsman like." You raise your arms to stretch, turning to stare at a faraway gazebo. Two other angels were standing in the shade, conversing as they kept their gaze locked towards you and your companion. To say you were getting frustrated was... putting it lightly. Gabriel was kind enough to offer to assist in your training, but to be taken down again and again with ease was seriously wearing you down.

"I do not find it benefiting to deceive anyone, let alone someone that I care enough to spar with." His helm turned alongside his gaze to your two onlookers, one opting to wave. Gabriel ignored them, moving to block them from your view. His wings, always glowing that magnificent shade of teal, shielded you from some of the sunlight. "All you need to do is practice, to improve."

"... improve."

"I am not a man of many words, it is something I ought to improve upon myself. But I see potential already in your fighting style. The heart is willing but the body must rest, yet it needs to stretch it's wings..." He continued speaking, words slowly getting drowned out by a bird song. The flying creature took off overhead, souring above the two of you, and as your gaze followed, off to the horizon.

"...r? Hey, listen to me! You can't get distracted in comba-"

You cut him off as your spear was recalled back into your hands, the point of the weapon now pointed towards the angel. HIs breath hitched, before it was shoved away by Justice and Splendor. The blades shimmered in the light, glimmering as he started to laugh.

"Now.... now THIS will be a fight worthy of God's Will! COME ON THEN!"