I h8 u?

[Lupus]

Lupus smacked his head against the table over and over and over again, he looked at the fading light bulb in horror he was only halfway through Dante's accounting. Lupus was struggling to come to terms with the disarray of the documents, how could one person be so sloppy with their business accounts? Well he wasn't known as the best accountant for nothing, he'd had over sixty years of experience so it would only be right if he was the best. "Ugh..." he fumbled through one of his pockets and found some melted cheese "What the hell? How the fuck did that get in there?" He flicked his wrist sending the cheese vaulting across the room.
He shivered to think what his mother would do if she saw this place, probably have another heart attack Dante needed someone to clean for him otherwise Lupus wouldn't do him a favor and do the accounts again.

He needed a break, he'd heard there was a good pizza place around here and could see evidence of it scattered around the store and squished in his pocket. Lupus leaned back in the chair, probably a bit to far he was reaching for a pizza box. The wheels slipped on the floorboards sending him speeding into the floor "Ouch..." the door opened he flopped up onto the desk "Sorry we're closed."
Yet the person delved deeper into the store and placed a letter on the desk before she left absently "What the fuck?" Lupus dusted himself off and grabbed the pizza box and dialed the number.

Lupus paced as he waited for someone to pick up, he glanced down at the letter it had upon it his name written in blood he now dropped his phone last time he received a letter like this he was transported into the 1960's although that wasn't that bad, hippy free love. He tentatively sliced the top open with a claw he removed the bloodied paper and etched in the gore was just a name, his father's.
He picked the chair up and thought about it for a moment before his phone beeped the tune for a text message "I h8 u!" yet another unusual message he didn't even know who this was he replied "Go die!" he smiled lovely talk for an angel.

Lupus wrote a note to Dante "Finish accounts tomorrow, got other 'business' to attend to later mate." he grabbed his coat and made for the door.

[Dante]

Dante kicked the door open as he wandered in to the place it was raining cats and dogs outside, and he yawned as he made his way in, simply lifting a hand to wave at Lupus as he strolled in.

"You off home already?" He asked in a joking tone looking at the desk he saw the note.

"Finish accounts tomorrow, got other 'business' to attend to later mate." He eyed the note and then looked at Lupus those blue eyes dore into the man and he raised a brow.

"What do you mean other 'bussiness'?" He asked he was eager for something to do and he folded his arms, he wanted something to do and other than sit around this mess that he couldn't be bothered to clean up there wasn nothing to do. He needed something to burn up a few hours why not accompany his accountant on a random mission? He didn't even bother to dry his hair as he span on his heels and headed towards the door.

"So where's the party at?" He asked simply his tone the same as usual that arrogant yet playful tone he was ready for action and it seemed that his accountant had that little bit of action that Dante needed to satisfy his need for danger and excitement, of course if there was some woman involved, if she was pretty that would make it twice as exciting. The silver haired male shook his maine throwing water everywhere.

[Lupus]

Lupus cocked an eyebrow "Well I was just off to the library to have a read," he sounded a bit unsure with his answer but it was the truth "You want to go out or something? Clubbing, picking up chicks at...ah," he checked his watch "Five o'clock might be a little difficult but I am willing to try, you game?" Dante probably was but it was a waste of time all the girls around here were interested in blood and for him, an angel well mostly that was disturbing.

He knew the folks around here were more nocturnal and he really couldn't blame them, he preferred the night but unlike a lot of them he had to work during the day. Not to many people who hire accountants visit at night time, no they are tucked away safely from all the crap that goes on well they think they are. Lupus walked, or more rightly waded back through the crap that Dante had scattered on his floor "Dude you need to clean this place," he sat on a chair "You want to get a pizza?"
Lupus already had the number dialed and truth be told he was a bit peckish, he looked at the letter on the table still "Dante what do you make of that?" he indicated to the bloody note on the table.

[Dante]

"Well I was just off to the library to have a read," He grinned why was Lupus sounding so unsure with his answer was he lieing? Nah.

"You want to go out or something? Clubbing, picking up chicks at...ah," Lupus had checked his watch and Dante hear the words clubbing and chicks, that perked his interest.

"Five o'clock might be a little difficult but I am willing to try, you game?" He grinned of course he was, he was always ready at any moment to drop what he was doing and pick up women, after all he knew he could get them if he tried. Dante wandered across the floor and threw himself into his favourite chair the one behind his desk of course.

"Dude you need to clean this place," He rolled his eyes.

"How many times have I heard that?... It's too messy to be cleaned, besides it's 'organised' mess." He made an excuse a simple one and it was easy to see it was just an excuse.

"You want to get a pizza?" Dante nodded of course he wanted pizza he loved pizza if he had his way he'd just eat pizza and drink soda but alas it wasn't meant to be.

"Make mine one with everything on it." He stated he hadn't tried one of those ones yet. He was handed a note, a bloody note, and he raised a brow.

"Dante what do you make of that?" He shrugged he looked at it and ran his finger over the writing, it was odd to say the least.

"Not much, it's hate mail after all... Then again how'd they find out where we were, who the hell delivered it?" It was almost easy to see the cogs turning in the males head, he placed the note back on the desk before he folded his arms, he was thinking but it generally confused him.

"So you have any idea where it came from? Oh and who was it addressed to me or you?" He asked two simple questions one fired straight after the other, maybe someone just wanted a little attention.