Dante leaned back slightly, tapping a finger once against the desk. "I have heard," he said calmly, "that you have been… very talkative lately."
Boo's glow flickered.
"…Talkative?" he repeated weakly.
"I have also heard," Dante continued, his voice cool and measured, "that you have been spreading information about me."
Boo's eyes widened.
"…Information?" he echoed.
Dante's eyes narrowed a fraction.
"About my private habits."
A pause.
"My reputation."
Another pause.
"And apparently… my cactus."
Boo gasped, clutching his chest. "THAT WAS CONFIDENTIAL GOSSIP— I mean— observational research—!"
Dante's shadows stirred like amused serpents.
Boo floated backward an inch, shedding nervous ghostly sparkles.
"I… I was just sharing fun facts," he said anxiously. "For bonding. For friendship. For class morale."
Dante's gaze sharpened.
"You told Alina that I fart."
Boo slapped both hands over his mouth in horror.
