Just as you're celebrating over devising such a brilliant plan, a knock on the door interrupts your moment. "Ugh... Wasn't he just sleeping?"
Grumbling, you get up from the bed and open the door, finding a tall Dante is towering over the entrance of your room.
"What is it?" you ask, the hint of displeasure clear in your tone.
He looks at you with a perky grin."Out of all the rooms here, ya had to choose this one," he remarks.
Raising a brow with your arms crossed over your chest, you question, "Why? This room's not so bad."
He snickers at your reply and enters the room, prompting you to step aside. His eyes dart around the place before he takes a seat on the bed, saying, "Tell me something, are you afraid of bugs?"
"Bugs?" you ask, a little bit surprised. "No, not really. Why?"
"Oh, then it's alright. I figured I should tell ya that this room has a lotta bugs in it. Especially cockroaches."
"Cockroaches?"
"Yeah, bigger than the norm."
You pick up from his tone that he's merely trying to spook you for fun. So you decide to just roll your eyes and declare, "That's fine with me. I don't get scared seeing bugs."
"Oh, really?" he snickers. "Well, that's good then. Just don't come cryin' in the middle of the night if ya happen to see one."
You scoff at his derision.
"And also..." He adds. "You were makin' too much noise just a couple minutes ago. If you wanna stay in the house, you've gotta learn some manners."
"What are you talking about? I wasn't making any noise," you claim.
"Oh, then what was that scream I heard right after you sneakily took your device and brought it here?"
"That wasn't a scream, and I wasn't being sneaky," you argue. "I just didn't want to disrupt your sleep, that's all."
"But you did disrupt my sleep," he criticizes.
"No way, I don't remember making a single sound. I bet you weren't actually sleeping, were you?" you contend with confidence, placing your hands on your hips. In response, he just exhales a small breath and folds his arms, carefully gazing at you without giving any answer.
"I knew it," you sneer, "You don't have to hide the truth, you know."
He gets up wordlessly before advancing towards you with light footsteps. You glance into his eyes, his expression mild as he gets closer.
"What's wrong?" you inquire, naturally taking a step back.
He doesn't respond, getting nearer to you instead. You start getting a bit nervous as you step a few inches back, bumping your back into the wall behind you. He places his palm on the wall right beside your ear, leaning forward towards that pretty face of yours. You promptly tilt your head up as you feel his warm breath stroking your cheek.
He smirks, amused at your stunned face as he brings his lips closer to your ear. Using a low and husky voice, he whispers, "You seem to have forgotten something important... that you're alone with a man in his house."
...Huh!?
"You wouldn't want anything 'unexpected' happening to you now, would ya?" he purrs softly in your ear, tickling your delicate skin with his steamy breath.
Wait... What!?
Your heart starts to pump rapidly at the tension, causing the blood rush to your cheeks. If this holds on any longer, you might just explode like an atom bomb.
Without thinking, you instantly push him on his chest with all your strength, causing him to topple backwards.
"G- get off me!" you shout as he falls to the floor, landing on his butt. "Ouch..." he groans as he sits up, his hand placed over his waist.
"What the hell were you trying to do!?" you scream at him, pointing a finger. He slowly stands up on his feet, his face sour with a scowl.
"You could've just told me to move. Ya didn't need to push me like that," he grumbles with a frown.
Frustrated, you yell, "You're such a jerk!" You hastily stride towards him before pushing him on his back.
"Hey! What're ya doing?"
You ignore him. With a firm, continuous push on his back, you force him to step out of the room.
"Whoa- hey!"
You slam the door in his face, cutting off any further words he would have uttered. Exhaling a faint sigh, he silently stands in front of your door, shifting his weight from one leg to the other as he stares blankly at the wooden frame.
For a while, he just stands there motionlessly, slipping a hand into his jacket's pocket. He considers knocking on your door, but just as his knuckles approach the door, he hesitates, eventually withdrawing his hand.
He tries to listen if you're making any sort of sound in your room, but hears nothing. Eventually, he leaves the spot, getting off downstairs before walking out of the shop.