10-24-2020, 03:32 PM
Kold
Excitement was extinguished as Dante wandered over, souring the pup's mood with his words. Anger. It boiled in her chest and threatened to release itself in a violent manner. A deep breath surged into her, quelling the anger a small bit.
Black eyes met Dante's own, her face becoming deadpan as she thought of what to say. Wait, hadn't she heard a word used among the Pitt? Used among sour words similar to Dante's? Yeah - yeah!! Lips quivered at the word she wanted to say, hesitant at first, before suddenly...
"Fuck off, Sway-man. I want a friend."