WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO DISAPPEAR // Vale

[glow=white,1,400]THEY WANNA SEE BLOOD, THEY WANNA SEE HATE ! — [abbr=DANTE NORTHWEST, THE PITT, PITTIAN, 8 YRS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]

Oh ho now Vale was talking more of his style. At first, when Vale contorted their fingers, Dante rolled his eyes - but knew zey were only joking around (or that's what he chose to believe anyway). Shapeshifting wasn't his thing, he didn't care for it... If it got Vale's rocks off than hey, more power to zem, is what he believed.

But whenever Vale started questioning about his conjuration ability, Dante grinned, his tail tapping the ground lightly as he hummed, "They just come from whomever has one in the area." NPCs, mostly; although he did rather enjoy Vale's joke about his mother, even if it should have been something he probably should've been offended about. Can get offended about someone you never knew, eh? Is what he would've said out loud if there was a reason to bring up why he wasn't so huffy over his momma - but Vale went on a ramble about things they could do around camp.

"Shit, that sounds hella." Dante rumbled excitedly, allowing Vale to drape a wing over his shoulder. "Although I think messin' around with some of the other groups would be better. Thinkin'... Tanglewood, perhaps?" Yeah, the slimy swamp dwellers.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]