Oh. Oh, fuck. Fonsus gripped harder at the roots of his head and paced again. He chewed frantically at the piece of…whatever the hell Dante shoved in his mouth. It tasted horrible. But within time his stress levels dropped and Fonsus found he could think without the rush of his blood pounding in his ears. He felt calmer as well…and a bit ridiculous grasping at his noggin. Pulling his hands from his head, Fonsus found his top hat lying on the ground with some sweets spilled around it. Sweeping up the mess back into the hat and tucking the hat in the crook of his elbow, Fonus sat down on a chair, rubbing his temples where a headache was forming. 

“What?” Fonsus glanced up to the Dante. It took a minute for his words to register Fonsus’ head. “uh, I… don’t really to talk about this.” He didn’t want to think about it. He got confused just envisioning Richard’s face with that sparkling nose. “Hey, Dante. Thanks. I owe you a couple of favors, huh? How long is this thing gonna take?"