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As he heard Aurora’s reason for having landed herself in detention, Dante couldn’t help but find himself inwardly sighing, feeling rather disappointed. He'd been expecting a juicy story about how the young woman had finally been caught doing something that could tarnish her cookie-cutter reputation and make her just a [i]liiiiiiittle[/i] more interesting. But, alas, this was not the case.

[color=steelblue]“Ah, that fucking sucks. Anyone with half a brain would know that you wouldn’t fucking touch anything like that in a million years. And to use the detention as a ‘lesson’ and to steer the other two back into the path of goodness? Pretty fucking dumb move if you ask me,”[/color] Dante argued sympathetically, shaking his head. Soon enough, though, his disapproval shifted into one of his confident smiles. [color=steelblue]“But clearly it’s not all bad news, because we got to have one more chance to have another one of our little talks. So, really, joke’s on Frederick in the end.”[/color] Mossos couldn’t tell if Aurora agreed with his point of view or not, because instead of responding she just crossed her legs and tapped her fingernails on the table. 

However, her next question caught him completely off guard. The young woman had asked about racing and his car, and Dante’s face lit up as would a mother’s when talking about a child or a child when talking about his favorite toy. Anybody who knew D was aware that, besides his accomplishments with women, his other pride and joy was his vehicle. 

[color=steelblue]“‘Like’ to race? That’s an understatement, pumpkin,”[/color] he said proudly, a wide grin stretching from ear to ear as he got ready to go on about his one true love. [color=steelblue]“Racing is my fucking passion, honestly. Nothing in this world compares to that rush of adrenaline you get when watching the speedometer go over 100 miles, and everything just blurring past you while you go down the road flooring the gas pedal. And the feeling of crossing that finish line just knowing you [i]won[/i] the damn race? Beyond fucking compare.”[/color]

D went quiet for a few seconds, mind going down the path of memories of all the test drives, race practices and victories won in his beloved Sonic. When he finally snapped back to reality, he smiled at Aurora again. [color=steelblue]“And funny you ask about my car, Kitten. I got my blue Ferrari for my sixteenth birthday, and it was actually the first one to be delivered to America. Sonic’s actually a limited-edition car: one of only ten that were scheduled to be commissioned here in the States. And the reason the model’s called F60 America is because they were produced to commemorate the 60th Anniversary of Ferrari in America. It’s not just a really fucking smoking hot set of wheels to own, but that bad boy has been the token of luck of my winning races. I can totally take the both of you out a ride if you want. Just say the word.”[/color] Dante said suggestively, shooting Aurora a wink and a smirk.