01-11-2021, 10:37 PM
[glow=white,1,400]WHAT PART OF LIVING SAYS YOU GOTTA DIE ? — [abbr=DANTE NORTHWEST, THE PITT, PITTIAN, 8 YRS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]
Dante hadn't been here for the blizzard, but that didn't mean that it didn't irritate him that he would have to deal with this winter wonderland bullshit. He hated the cold; with his shark genes, his motivation and body temperature often was based around his surroundings. Not completely, of course, but enough to make Dante want to be more lazier than normal.
But the hybrid forced himself to move along, smoke coming out of the cigarette that hung from his mouth. He caught up with the rest of the group, narrowing his eyes at the stranger. "Gael has good reason to be suspicious of others." Dante grunted in response to Kian, figuring he might as well comment on Gael's gaze that was latched onto Tarlone as well.
"So are you gonna stay or what, pal?" Dante spoke towards Tarlone now, his voice coming in a gruff snarl. "We ain't got all day."[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
But the hybrid forced himself to move along, smoke coming out of the cigarette that hung from his mouth. He caught up with the rest of the group, narrowing his eyes at the stranger. "Gael has good reason to be suspicious of others." Dante grunted in response to Kian, figuring he might as well comment on Gael's gaze that was latched onto Tarlone as well.
"So are you gonna stay or what, pal?" Dante spoke towards Tarlone now, his voice coming in a gruff snarl. "We ain't got all day."[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]