08-20-2018, 12:48 AM
♛ SMOKED A PACK OR TWO, IT NEVER WAS A PROBLEM —
”Oh, stop being a pussy.” Dante growled in response to Melantha. Of course she’d be the one to complain, wouldn’t she? Fucking bitch, The hybrid thought to himself with a roll of his eyes. Indeed, he and Melantha’s rivalry wasn’t subtle at all, but why would it be in a place like The Pitt? They were practically a group of rogues living together.
Luckily Esklav, the one who gave him the job, arrived and quickly praised him. Dante returned to his normal prideful attitude, with his toothy grin and his chest puffed out. ”See? No use crying over spilled milk.” He shrugged. Seriously, what was the problem with a few bits of sand in the food? It was seasoning.
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[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px darkorange; font-size: 24px;"]— DANTE♛
#psychosocial.Luckily Esklav, the one who gave him the job, arrived and quickly praised him. Dante returned to his normal prideful attitude, with his toothy grin and his chest puffed out. ”See? No use crying over spilled milk.” He shrugged. Seriously, what was the problem with a few bits of sand in the food? It was seasoning.
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[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px darkorange; font-size: 24px;"]— DANTE♛