A wide grin split Boris's wide, round face. He faced the windshield of a large white van, stared at his reflection, then coughed into his fist, plastering a serious expression. He noticed that his necktie looked a little off and went about fixing it. Soon enough, his calm and serious expression began to change as the corners of his mouth rose to his ears.
"Really, man? A suit?"
The exasperated voice startled him enough that he almost jumped. Whipping his head in its direction, he saw a red-haired youth walking toward him with eyes that spelled "I'm annoyed".
Dante was in a bad mood, as expected, but Boris didn't let that bother him. He was about to throw in a retort when he noticed someone else approaching. A scrawny kid with brown hair and a pale face, wearing an oversized blue jacket and carrying a yellow gym bag almost as tall as he was.
"... No way?" The big guy said, feeling the corners of his mouth rise. "Is that…"
