animus_network | ✖ Dante ✖ Mission one: Video/Action

This is not a good way to go about waking up after a crazy night.

[Dante was perched in his new bed rubbing his head and trying to make sense of the letter that had been left beside him. He gave himself a glance and just groaned: tight white body suits just weren't very fitting. I mean, look at his junk! It doesn't leave much for the imagination... not that he cared.]

All right, guys. Very funny. Is this supposed to be a joke because I totally fell for it. My head hurts, I feel a little woozy, and this jumpsuit is cutting all circulation to where I really need it. Who the hell even picked this out? Why did you choose white? It's going to give someone a rash, you can't walk with this thing on...

[He mumbled a few more things before lunging a few times in the suit. Yep. All that squeaky sure was funny.]

So let me guess, was I drunk and that's why you bastards decided to drag me here? I better be wearing something underneath this suit. You don't touch another man's junk unless you're going to go all the way with him...