[Espy]

The black-clad man glared through unseeing eyes at the sun and its agonizing sunlight, mentally willing it to give way to the moonlight. Light which, at the very least, wouldn't be doing its best to singe the skin off--

...Singeing? Dante jolted upright. He had definitely not spent the better part of the past sixteen hours sleeping. But it had also definitely been dark outside the last he was conscious.

He pulled himself to his feet, and brushed his fingers over the two crossed belts sitting below his waist. Even though the air of being heavily guarded weighed down on Dante, it also ensured that there were few pickpockets, and even fewer common folk who deemed it a good idea to investigate a relatively suspiciously-dressed person inexplicably passed out against the side of a building.

Which allows me to save the costs of living under a roof, and instead spend it on--

As if on cue, Dante's stomach complained loudly that the unopened package of crackers (which had somehow found its way into his pocket) had not had its contents emptied out, and he agreed, tearing it open and wolfing down the first sustenance he had had in the past day.

Best not to keep it waiting, he mused, laughing to himself. Best not to keep that smug bastard waiting, either..., he muttered under his breathe, much less enthusiastically, as he strode towards Zaccheus's Synod.