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It becomes a tradition for them.
At least once a month they will meet up somewhere out of sight, Dante's satchel in hand and set it on fire before putting it out.
It's calming. It's also extremely fun.
A loud 'fwoosh' is quickly drowned out by hissing as the fire sizzles out.
" - I promise you I didn't take it," Dante says. "I don't even like yellow."
Elliot gives him a look and lights the satchel on fire again.
"This time."
"This time," Dante agrees, hiding the yellow sleeve of the hoodie poking out by throwing more water on his satchel.